Keke Palmer

[Intro]

Catch up, lets get it! (Huh? Huh?)

[Hook]

I know she gon' let me hit it

I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it

Blue book on me, yeah it's written

Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions

I walk in the rolls, with my llama

You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama

Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers

Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer

[Verse 1]

I walk up in the spot fresher than a damn Islamic

It's a bird, it's a plane, nah nigga it's a comet

Uhh-Uhh-Uhh-Uhh I'm slidin' in that vomit

Smoking on this strong pack feelin' real atomic

Pass the blue thang my nickname is Sonic

I just left Saks now I'm pulling up to Sonic

Tryna get on forbes cause they label me a convict

Slide the gear over you won't see a nigga comin'

Cause Tadoe we on shit and we seeing how you bummin'

Ion fuck with you boa you seeing how I'm turnin'

Cops on the side and they seeing how I'm burning

This bitch fast yeah they seeing how I'm lunging

[Hook]

I know she gon' let me hit it

I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it

Blue book on me, yeah it's written

Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions

I walk in the rolls, with my llama

You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama

Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers

Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer

[Verse 2]

200, so the cops pulled us over

I don't know if I'm high or I'm sober

Twin stickies, but this not Minnesota

Actin' a ass got the car bending over

Shawty send me roses and lotuses

Please don't get them lame boys involved with this

Hopped on yo shit and kill it, like "who song is this?"

All up in my DM, man "who mom is this?"

Walk up in yo spot, you know we running it (mmhmm, mhmm)

Sack you in our touchdown, we loading it

Ice on, don't know no nigga cold as this (sosa, blick! blick!)

I won't miss the shot, I don't need no assist

[Hook]

I know she gon' let me hit it

I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it

Blue book on me, yeah it's written

Don't mind me I'm just making these decisions

I walk in the rolls, with my llama

You don't want nothing nigga, so proceed to drama

Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers

Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer