Keep It Coming

[Intro]
(Yeah)
(Sebz Beats, baby)
A couple drills, but we ain't burn the whip
The pole dirty, still ain't swappin' it
I'm born ready, niggas scared to live
They made a grave so we gotta dig
Picture me somewhere on a island countin' racks
Picture your ho around the guys, it get bad

[Chorus]
You said, "Keep it coming"
You know I don't know no better, brother
On block, we was robbin', day to night, you ain't takin' shit from us
I'm throwin' up cough syrup, damn, I got so sick from it
Shooter for my partner, and damn, I got a thrill from it
It was kinda different when you died 'cause you was my real homie
I was talkin' to jigga when I was bored, I'm startin' to feel lonely
I'm still out in the streets with this iron like it's steel for me
Bеtter ride for me, won't rеspect you if you steal from me

[Verse]
The way I'm thuggin', it gon' steal a bitch heart super fast
When I say, "Pull up", better fuck up on my partners, don't be mad
Said you got a round one, thick hips and all, throw it back
Party with the winnin' team, we out here blowin' racks
I be with the spinnin' camp, they out creatin' packs
Know a nigga who died fuckin' with the opps
Man, his family must be sad
Why would I let you fuck up my plot if I could shoot you in your back? (Bap)
When I get angry, I just wanna be right back
Bro'nem puttin' up stats for the guys
They took that nigga head 'cause they put racks on his ahh
I'ma tell you, "Go get that boy for me" 'cause you look bad when you lie"
It looks bad when they try
When there's a bag, there be crime
We ain't showin' no remorse, we watch 'em cry
I just came back from a show, like who would imagine this is me? (I'm still bridgecock)
Don't matter if it's me or if I'm deep
You fell in love too fast, they left you dead up in the streets
They clap shit, bet they gon' whack you out that V
Get some napkins, you know we cleanin' up the beef
I say, "Less talk, fuck it, we gon' do it right now
If you walk, I walk, fuck it, say the word right now"

[Chorus]
You said, "Keep it coming"
You know I don't know no better, brother
On block, we was robbin', day to night, you ain't takin' shit from us
I'm throwin' up cough syrup, damn, I got so sick from it
Shooter for my partner, and damn, I got a thrill from it
(It was kinda diff—)
It was kinda different ('Cause you was my real homie)
I was talkin' to jigga when I was bored, I'm startin' to feel lonely
I'm still out in the streets with this iron like it's steel for me
(Better ride for me) Won't respect you if you steal from me

[Outro: Romo & Duvy]
We ain't sign up for this shit
No cap
We ain't sign up for this shit, my nigga
We born in this shit—
Like I said
Real mafia shit
We grew up in this shit, my nigga
Hah, real business
We ain't chose this route, this route chose us, my nigga
Come on, nigga, real business
No bap