Keke Palmer

[Intro]
It's Madara Beatz
Sebz Beats baby
Madara

[Verse 1]
Being broke was never a option (Never)
So we lined up niggas and robbed them (And robbed them)
Them abs won't stop this robbery
Tryna be brave that's part of the problem (It's problems)
When the ting pops out like offspring
They'll be the first to present their offerings (Take that)
Hopped out of the rid and chopped him
You don't want war with the gang you're wafflin'
That one's cute in the face she's chocolate
Boujee, boujee she ain't no goblin (Eugh)
Who's that? Clocked him, only held one to the bag he's wobblin' (Du-du)
Ooh, all of this talk ain't cuttin' it, toast mans face with the heat and burrow it (And burrow it)
Way too long so I chopped down some of it
None of these works won't get no coverage
Hella taped spots one hunnid and one
So the wap stay close like mother and son
Tell a man be cool there's one in the drum
But they don't look back, they run and they run
When you do that work, cover the gun
The Rambo knife's just covered in blood
Then the bells ain't lost they're covered in mud
Tell a real bad B just suck it n' cut (Bow bow bow bow bow)

[Chorus]
I was up in the trap at five (Five o'clock)
And you was out in the streets at four (Fuckin' hell)
And I'm stressed that you ain't indoors
I wish your mum never raised a whore (Fuckin' hell)
And in fact, I'm appalled (Eugh), that I thought I could trust this fool (Fuckin' hell)
Let me know if you're down for the cause, that's a M way trip then it's back to the fours
I was up in the trap at five (Five o'clock)
And you was out in the streets at four (Fuckin' hell)
And I'm stressed that you ain't indoors
I wish your mum never raised a whore (Fuckin' hell)
And in fact, I'm appalled (Eugh), that I thought I could trust this fool (Fuckin' hell)
Let me know if you're down for the cause, that's a M way trip then it's back to the fours

[Verse 2]
Finna slide back round, should I bring this wap to the AP? (Grrr)
'Cause I back this heat, if you just want peace better pay me (Bow bow bow bow)
And the feds went baffed when they grabbed that yute by the bakery (Huh?)
'Cause he's six foot one and he don't show face, but he ain't me (Ain't)
I'm in the pot like fifi, but you're broke and neeky (They're neeky)
Peng tings come see me, they get nailed like lee lee (Man nail that, nail that)
And if a girl too easy, I get hat like beanie (Beanie, beanie)
I had shots like in Healey, do you love me Keke? (Uh)
I don't want love from Keke Palmer
Golden my corse, this Ghana, Ghana
Tell her jump in then I cut like barber
True we're just hustlers, get in our karma (Karma)
Pull up, bow [?] bro u shoulda wore some armour, armour
And I harvest crop like farmer
Run up your flats and I take mans dollars

[Chorus]
I was up in the trap at five (Five o'clock)
And you was out in the streets at four (Fuckin' hell)
And I'm stressed that you ain't indoors
I wish your mum never raised a whore (Fuckin' hell)
And in fact, I'm appalled (Eugh), that I thought I could trust this fool (Fuckin' hell)
Let me know if you're down for the cause, that's a M way trip then it's back to the fours
I was up in the trap at five (Five o'clock)
And you was out in the streets at four (Fuckin' hell)
And I'm stressed that you ain't indoors
I wish your mum never raised a whore (Fuckin' hell)
And in fact, I'm appalled (Eugh), that I thought I could trust this fool (Fuckin' hell)
Let me know if you're down for the cause, that's a M way trip then it's back to the fours

[Outro]
It's Madara Beatz
Sebz Beats baby
Madara