Kept Back
Gucci Mane feat. Lil Pump
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Huh, it's Gucci (Ooh)
Huh, Wop (Lil Pump), woah
Burr (Yeah), bling (Ooh), blaw (Ooh)
Hey
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Benz sittin' shiftin' with the left hand
Steppin' on this dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater, no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb, it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
Catch you slippin' out the jet, got jet lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb, we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the book bag
Told her nigga that I'm real good to look at
Booty so big, it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby, prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keep springin'
Got a lot of ice on my neck, man, damn, man
Hundred bands hangin' on my backpack
Wrist so cold, need an ice pack
Put four hundred bands in the mic stand
Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach, ooh
I'ma go do what I wanna do
Got your baby mama, nigga, twerkin' out the sunroof
Damn, boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you
'Cause you got an attitude, just cashed out on a Bentley coupe, yeah
I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomorrow
Gucci loafers on when I walk through
Lil Pump smash your main ho
And she gon' do what I say so
I'ma show you how I live life, ooh
Made two mil' in one night
Whole body covered in ice
Pourin' up fours in my tropical Sprite
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Benz sittin' shiftin' with the left hand
Steppin' on this dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater, no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb, it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
Catch you slippin' out the jet, got jet lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb, we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the book bag
Told her nigga that I'm real good to look at
Booty so big, it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby, prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keep springin'
Nigga keep mixin' with the music
Baby, you a human jacuzzi
I'ma twist a bitch like a Rubik's
I'ma turn my book to a movie (Gucci)
I'ma put a bitch in a movie (Porn)
Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono
Monster, my wife mulignanum
Pull up ten bricks at a nigga for a tell 'em
Delgado dinin' at the Hamptons
My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson
Pull up with Lil Droppa in a Phantom
Pinky ring sick, got cancer
I was just sellin' dope on Candler
Now I got my own shoot like D'Antoni
Might pull up, throw some money on a dancer
Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin', dancin'
Murda on the beat with the murder man
Benz sittin' shiftin' with the left hand
Steppin' on this dope like a step dad
Too turnt up, can't help that
Shittin' on a hater, no Ex-Lax
Watch so dumb, it got kept back
Bitch so thick, she can't help that
Catch you slippin' out the jet, got jet lag
Need a real boss bitch, I can't help that
And her brain so dumb, we got kept back
Just flew in designer to the book bag
Told her nigga that I'm real good to look at
Booty so big, it got kept back
Pull up in the Dawn, let the roof back
Don't tell me that you love me, baby, prove that
Chain keep flickin' and the gang keep springin'