Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep My Name Out , by - King Lil G. Release date: 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 |