Keep It G

[Hook]

Yeah this is for my G's that be riding up high

Looking haters in they eyes every time they pass by

Just keep it G, keep it G

Tell them you ain't even trippin, keep it G, keep it G

Yeah this is for my ladies keep they hair and nails did

Who ain't worried about a man cause they got they own shit

Just keep it G, keep it G

Tell 'em you ain't even trippin, keep it G, keep it G

[Verse 1: Skeme]

Hello to the haters

Hands on my cock screaming, "fuck y'all, pay us"

Probably couldn't do it til the day you get your weight up

And I'm down for whatever, I'm guessing that's why we stay up

Wait up, you still on that old shit

Crazy how I'm hot, but we steady dropping cold shit

Big money every time you see me coming

Got the model women flocking trying to party with the youngin'

Big Skeme nigga, you know what the deal is

Sox Gang rap, them boys know who the real is

Feel this, you can't gamble with little chips

Got it, been had it, you talking about what you will get

Why you trying to tell mines what you been through

I'm trying to find a bad redbone nigga, then two

Got that money on my mental

Pimp tight game leave her wetter than a swimsuit

Gone

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[Bridge]

Got bottles of that Rosé, bout to get poured up

Bunch of groupies on it and they acting like they know us

She thinking sho nuff, I'm thinking so what

Just a young nigga, but my pockets on grown up

[Verse 2: Skeme]

So miss me with that rap shit

I'm gooned up, black shades in the back lit

Sox fitted and you know I keep my hats tipped

Backwood wrap smelling strong homie, pass this

Coupe outside on 8's

Speakers just beating, make the insides shake

If she ain't with the business, ain't no getting in for free

Sweetie I ain't being rude, I'm just trying to keep it G

Club close at 2, I'm the condo around 3

Had that black dress fitting, man I know that she a freak

After we finish girl you know I'm screaming peace

Sweetie I ain't being rude, I'm just trying to keep it G

What's up

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[Verse 3: Tyga]

The paper roll up, burn through it, Cigarillo

Smell the aroma, inhale this homegrown ghetto

My bitch ghetto, riding to the instrumental

Bags on the seat with the chrome in the middle

I'm King Kong, Japanese boy, you're too little

I spit on you like a baby's pillow

Ill pop a nigga, T Killa eat your dinner

To gold plate, then I'm home watching Sportscenter

Man, get that fast money like gas money

Young Money, Cash Money, all one hunnid

Niggas gonna flex hard til they pull a muscle

Press a button, watch this motherfucker smash like a pumpkin

Big body Benz, but the shit don't mean nothing

I got my homie straight, now they on the Shaw stuntin'

Tell em keep it G with the hoes, no cuffing

Skeme said let's give the streets something

So yeah

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