Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Bangin, artist - Retch. Album song Richer Than The Opps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fastmoney
Song language: English
Keep Bangin |
| Sidtroy in this bitch |
| Ayy man, fuck all that back and forth shit, man |
| Ain’t got shit to talk about, pussy nigga |
| Get your bread up, get your lead up, fuck boy |
| Know what I’m sayin', fuck nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? |
| What’s your resume 'bout, lil' bitch? |
| I ain’t never heard of him |
| If you wanna play, well then okay, then we gon' murder him |
| Nigga cross the line, ain’t shit to say, ain’t havin' words with him |
| Heard one of they homies, he just died, so we just swerve again |
| He can wear the same shit to them pussy niggas' services |
| Know you cannot ride or do no drill, you on some nervous shit (Fuck out the car, |
| man) |
| Auntie gave me 80, wrapped 40, used to serve a bitch |
| I be in the coupe, the bass wavy like she surfin' shit |
| Like to match the Saint Laurent stilettos with a purse and shit |
| No she not no ratchet thot, lil' baby, that’s my Birkin bitch |
| Once you turn an opp, it ain’t no truce, this shit too permanent |
| Niggas gettin' killed for real, you gotta be alert with it |
| Niggas really workin', cuttin' deals, they on some vermin shit |
| 'Fore I ever squeal, nigga, Hell, I’d rather burn in it |
| I’ve seen the heroin murder people slow 'cause I was servin' it |
| I never had a job or played the block, ain’t have to work the shift |
| Your bitch ride dick, no whip, but she work the stick |
| I was in the field with the krills, yeah the potent shit |
| Cuz would double back seven times when they smoked the shit |
| Every nigga with me or be near me, they gon' blow the fifth |
| These niggas crash test dummies, big homie make 'em hold the grip |
| Get you wetted up, nigga betted up |
| Pussy tried to set me up so I could never trust |
| I’m on they neck and I ain’t lettin' up |
| We shootin' from the neck and up |
| I got my cheddar up but I can’t get enough |
| I got a son, I gotta get him stuff, so I can’t play much |
| Straight bucks, I can’t take shorts 'cause the stakes rough |
| Can’t fuck, prices up, pussy workin' with the jakes, plus |
| Niggas shootin' every day, nigga, don’t get sprayed up |
| Gotta get me killed but stay prayed up |
| They lyin' to niggas like Shape-Ups, for real |