Kept Back (feat. Lil Pump) [Bonus Track]

Huh

S'Gucc

Ooh

Huh

Wah

Lil' Pump

Woah

M-M-M-Murda

Hey, Murda on the beat with the murder man

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand

Steppin' on his dope like a step dance

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

'Cause she livin' 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 bookbag

Tell her needed something 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 keeps springin'

Got a lot of ice on my neck, man, damn man

Hundred bands hangin' out my backpack

Wrist so cold, need a icepack

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 naked, twerking out the sun roof

Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you

'Cause you got a attitude, you catch it on the Bentley coupe

I'ma go and fuck your bitch tomorrow

Gucci loafers on when I walk though

Lil Pump smash your main hoe

Then she gon' do what I say so

I'ma show you how I live life, ooh

Made two mill in one night

Whole body covered in ice

Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite

Murda on the beat with the murder man

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand

Steppin' on his dope like a step dance

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

'Cause she livin' 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 bookbag

Tell her needed something 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 keeps springin'

**** keep mixin' with the music (Music)

Baby, you're a human jacuzzi (Damn)

I'ma twist a bitch like a Rubik's (Rubik's)

I'ma turn my book into a movie (Gucci)

I'ma put a bitch in a movie (Porno)

Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono

My style, my wife, Muliano

Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado

El Gato's down in The Hamptons

My bitch with blue hair, Marge Simpson

Pull up with the driver in a Phantom

Pinky ring sick, got cancer

I was just sellin' dope on camera

Now I got my own shoe like The Answer

Might pull up, throw some money on a dancer

Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin'

Murda on the beat with the murder man

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand

Steppin' on his dope like a step dance

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

'Cause she livin' 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 bookbag

Tell her needed something 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 keeps springin'