Keep It P

Hatin' ass ****, need to shut the fuck up, ****

Yeah, I told him I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me

Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three

Hush up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he?

Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with the Glock .23

Tuck in's just blend, I'm in Ft. Lauderdale at Eddie V's

PJ straight to Houston 'cause they pick me up inside the sleeve

Grow house send him CP9, they raid it we ain't trippin', yeah

Four hoes drain the plastic, fuck the kills, you know I'm pimpin', yeah

Jroc watched me open this bitch up, look how I whip it, yeah

Trap spot in the trenches, you can't come because it's wicked, there

Bought my bitch a key, but I told her, 'Stuff all them racks in there'

I can't see y'all ****, too much smoke inside my atmosphere

Goyard y'all full of paper, weigh me down just like some gravity

Black truck full of shooters when I pull up, they in back of me

Closet full of firearms, I hope that ATF don't come

I'ma cop another charm, the shark piece is the latest one

Drop the dancer off and then I went and picked the doctor up

Exotic custom builds, you know I had to split the chopper up

He ain't in rotation, he just sittin' around that bitch pressed

At Taboo in Miami, yeah, we left that bitch a fuckin' mess

Went and bought a hundred P's from Sac, that my side quest

How much money do we got for real? Bitch, just tryna guess

Million every hour, told my label, I can't go for less

C8, I just pulled up on him, picked her up, inside the Vette

Yeah, told her, 'I'ma keep your P, come and get a P from me'

Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a .3

Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he?

Push up with that glizzy, you'll get hit with the Glock 23

Tuck in just to blend on me, Ft. Lauderdale at Eddie V's

Pj's straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve

Grow house in the CP9, they raid it we ain't trippin', yeah

Four hoes drain the plastic fuck the kills, you know I'm pimpin', yeah

Tryna stay away from gangster shit, but I'm still with it though

Still remember days that we was robbin', scammin' bippin' loads

You ain't tryna shoot or tryna drive, then find a different road

Told my youngins, 'Let's go get some dope,' they gotta itch to score

Tryna stay alive and dodge the system, but I'm fresh to death

Bitch ain't tryna fuck, I'm like, 'Aight,' then baby, exit left

Runnin' up a check like every day but I ain't catch a breath

Told the baby, 'Guys calm it down,' but all they know is step

Finna hit the stage and go perform with my Glock 26

Answerin' my phone from random bitches, I'm like, 'Who is this'?

Bro just hit my line, he gotta play for about twenty bricks

Ain't tryna fuck with me, I laugh it off like, 'Yeah, you losin' bitch'

Every time a **** hit the scene, I bring the diamonds out

Better keep your bitch up on that lease before I fly her out

In the streets, I know that I signed what I signed up for, I ain't signin' out

I remember I was broke and doin' bad, but now I'm shinin' now, ****

Yeah, I'm told I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me

Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three

Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he?

Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with the Glock .23

Tuck in's just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's

P.J. straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve

Grow house in a CP9, it get raided we ain't trippin', yeah

Four hoes drain the plastic fuck the kills, you know I'm pimpin', yeah