RiP KEED

They know that seven gon' win, he never gon' fail
I got that skunk in the whip, this shit kinda smell
They know that I'm goin' up, they hittin' my cell
Heard a boy callin' me Yeat, bitch, hold my bells
Heard they be callin' me Summrs, they under my wing
Heard they be callin' me Jeffery, I said free the king
I'm feelin' like the hood pope, like R.I.P Keed
Boy, you just chill on the bench, i carry the team
How you gon' stab on my back, I'm the one that you need
How you gon' say all of that and then on your knees
Boy, you just one of my fans, I drop and you geek
You gonna' drop of the map, like a autumn leaf
Kickback, Kickback
I know you playing my track, track
I know you gassed that seven's back
I'm wrappin' the whip up in matte black
You know the exhaust got' be Cat Back
You can have your bitch back, I'ma brat, brat
How you gon' say you up, when you under me
Lil' boy, don't call me twin, you a son to me
Black and yellow the whip, like a bumble bee
Said he sip on the lean but its Somersby
That boy chill on his own with no company
I might just make it rain, make it pour
Boy get out of my lane, use the Cumberland
They know that seven gon' win, he never gon' fail
I got that skunk in the whip, this shit kinda smell
They know that I'm goin' up, they hittin' my cell
Heard a boy callin' me Yeat, bitch, hold my bells
Heard they be callin' me Summrs, they under my wing
Heard they be callin' me Jeffery, I said free the king
I'm feelin' like the hood pope, like R.I.P Keed
Boy, you just chill on the bench, i carry the team