Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep My Name Out, artist - King Lil G.
Date of issue: 22.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep My Name Out |
You better tell them that I need that |
Better tell them that I need four pounds and a weed sack |
On the phone, don’t repeat that |
Middle finger to these internet thugs on the keypad |
Bitch, I’m feeling like I’m leaving earth |
Took some money out my mother’s purse |
That’s the day I knew I was cursed |
Thinking about it, man I’m feeling worse |
Number one, I never finish last |
Gang member getting all the cash |
Under pressure, and I never fold |
Got stories that I never told |
Bitch, I’ve been gang, gang, gang, gang |
Little homies, you on the late train |
Remember I was with so and so |
Fucking all these hoes |
Way before the fame |
Then I got rid of a bucket |
Went to look at some packs |
I just got rid of a hundred |
Talking about hundred and stacks |
Talking about hundred and stacks |
It was a hundred in fact |
Keep my name out of your mouth |
Cause the most of time you don’t know what you talking about |
I got some money you can count |
If you need something to do |
Keep my name out of your mouth |
Cause the most of time you don’t know what you fucking talking about |
I got some money you can count |
If you need something to do, hey |
Keep taking shots at me, all you do bicker on that backboard |
(Dawg, we don’t play the shit) |
All you ever do is sit talking shit when you get behind a laptop |
(Internet gangster) |
Internet bank though, I be pulling out the West Fargo |
(You don’t even have no account) |
Over there got a card, doesn’t bounce |
It’s an American Express, guess the limit is I could spend |
(It ain’t got no amount) |
I could buy a bland new Y8 off the lot right now |
(Homie, save that shit) |
Believe when I seeing these shit, jump off of them bars |
(Shit, I’m riding in that MayBach bitch) |
Or a MayBack probably getting graveyard down of these Alano |
(Homie, this is west side shit) |
I got three side G throwing piece sign to my main hoe, I got women yelling |
(Peace out bitch) |
Clean outfit (Check) |
New Gucci Vs (Check) |
Want to hit the weed (Yeah) |
I was out and dealing with the homies (What you bring back) |
Shit, I had to bring wax (I know you got the powder) |
Got the strip wrap (Want to flip this shit) |
Hell nah, it’s Felicia, we can hit the white folks spot |
Want to see a fine, dine piece, get her coat throat, we can both fuck as she |
call (I don’t call amnesia) |
We the OGs of professional |
When I’m fucking your lady, it’s feeling sexual |
No connection, she just gave me head |
And grooling all over the bland new leather sectional |
I’m on the West River, King Lil G see a bunch of little me’s, better tell them |
that it’s nothing for this shit |
Let the upper deck of a 747 jet, me and G made the bag, how much fifty we can |
get, yeahuh |
Keep my name out of your mouth |
Cause the most of time you don’t know what you talking about |
I got some money you can count |
If you need something to do |
Keep my name out of your mouth |
Cause the most of time you don’t know what you fucking talking about |
I got some money you can count |
If you need something to do |
Funny how they only really want you when you gone, when you gone |
Funny how they only really fucking with you when you on, onnn |
Funny how they only want you when you gone, hey |
Funny how they only really fucking with you when you on |