Lyrics Keep On - Kevin Flum

Keep On

You talk about your checks well I get mine in two’s yeah
You can keep on sleeping on me bitch cause I don’t mind a snooze
Yeah, yeah, keep on sleeping (Keep on sleeping)
Yeah, keep on sleeping, ayy, yeah, keep on sleeping
Ayy, yeah, keep on sleeping
I don’t ever rap about the fake shit
Too many rappers do and thats causing a friction
I be staying in my fucking lane, never switching
You ain’t making shit, I guess thats why you always bitching
Yeah yeah, whipping it up like I was at the job
C Class of that M3, you know I’m whipping out the lot
I put it all in a pot, and what you see is what you got
And why does everybody wanna try and be something that they not, yo
Come in with that water, drip drip on you hoes
Moving in the cut, tip tip toeing on my toes
Lately I’ve been told that I’ve been hip on my flows
And you say that I’m a dick, its on her lips that’s where it goes
I’m a pro, I’m a bounce when it’s time to
I’m a stack my hundreds up until they 9"2
And you know I see your numbers who you lying to?
Man that shit is pretty sad, I’d be crying too
I Be flying, yeah
She hit my phone like «What you tryna do?»
(Tryna do)
Can you keep up, I make all kinds of moves (Kind of moves)
You talk about your checks well I get mine in two’s yeah
You can keep on sleeping on me bitch cause I don’t mind a snooze
Yeah, yeah, keep on sleeping (Keep on sleeping)
Yeah, keep on sleeping, ayy, yeah, keep on sleeping
Ayy, yeah, keep on sleeping
Wake up in the morning and she throw it back (Throw it back)
Everything I say, boy you know is facts
I am not a flexer, I’m not blowing stacks
Keep the real around me, I don’t know a rat
I just get the check and then I bounce (Then I bounce)
Just know we coming for that ass if it bounce (Yeah)
Tryng to stack my money higher than the mountains
Man I’m out here getting paid for my sounds
Making music off a laptop
And it’s hotter than a blacktop
AndI’m moving so silently you can’t see me like It’s black out
Man I feel so blessed
Why you look so stressed?
I’m just glad I had a way to go and get it all off my chest
Yeah yeah, uh uh, pick and choose
I got options (I got options)
What I do, is never stopping
I got tracks on deck
I got tracks in the vault
Never gave a fuck about a hater swimming in some salt