Keep It Flee
Fuck up a check, fuck up a band
Stick to the plan, doing my dance
Keeping it fly, keeping it flee
Yuh (Fuck up a what?)
Fuck up a check, fuck up a band
Stick to the plan, doing my dance
Keeping it fly, keeping it flee
Yuh (Keeping it what?)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a band (Fuck up a what?)
I got a plan
Dirty like Dan (Dirty like what?)
Keep it moving, keeping it grooving (Keeping it what?)
Fucking with my team, we get to shooting (Gang)
Swallow this cinnamon, follow my synonyms
I am a villain, hype off the Ritalin
Lyrical, cynical syllables
Prophesize something so critical
I am incredible
Lit off the chemical from something medicinal
I feel invincible
Senpapi original
Simplistic and biblical
(Uh)
(Hold on)
Like Hova, I'm throwing up the diamonds
Check my chain, I'm insane
Throwing hunnits out just to make it rain
And don't complain when ya bitch try ride with me up in the Range
Rover, bend her over, and she telling me to show her
While she asking "Will I choke her?"
But I really do not know her
So it's a shame that this dame only fucking for the fame
You a lame, I'll explain
I am cash, you is change
Zipped up and strapped up
Shawty know I like it backed up
Disrespect the clique, you get packed up
Shit bang like a Mack truck
So send him in to get hacked up
And them black bags get wrapped up in the Mack truck out back, bruh
Gon' serve him up like outback, yuh
Fuck up a check, fuck up a band
Stick to the plan, doing my dance
Keeping it fly, keeping it flee
Yuh (Fuck up a what?)
Fuck up a check, fuck up a band
Stick to the plan, doing my dance
Keeping it fly, keeping it flee
Yuh (Keeping it what?)
Fuck up a check
Fuck up a band (Fuck up a what?)
I got a plan
Dirty like Dan (Dirty like what?)
Keep it moving, keeping it grooving (Keeping it what?)
Fucking with my team, we get to shooting (Gang)
In the sky, taking flight
Living life mellow but I'm fucking hype
Nose full of white
Blunt full of purple, we smoking on that Urkel
Swimming in the money, think I might need a snorkel
Blowing hella loud and it sound just like a symphony
Look up at the clouds and I might have an epiphany
Throw some hunnits out and they blue, call it rain
Go two lines back, that's a shout to T-Pain
It's iconic how my psychotic flow is just so melodic
I can't stop it or drop it
I rock it and chop, chop, to chop it
And screw it, that's how I do it
Change up and bring up the pace little by little
Hell bent on being heaven sent
Committing sins to get committed with the Christians
I reckon the reverend remembers my record
Been beating his ass all in some checkers
No converse or sation
Don't believe in God but I sold my soul to Satan
For cheap gold and what Royce rolls
I mean Rolls Royce
It's my choice to smoke fat doinks
I need a bad bitch with nice tits and thick ass hips
To sit on my lap and clap that for all these racks
Ya dig?