Keep Da Tool - NBA KD

Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah BK, (lean L-E-A-N) shit, shit, yeah Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag I heard your bitch wanna sit on my lap She bad on IG, I'ma double tap You trap and you hard, man, that's double cap Two twin Glocks give a nigga double nap Sleep, nigga, know they sleep on me Had a bad day so he weep on me With the gang, nigga, eight plus three What you want? Why you hate on me? You cannot fucking play with me BK, keep the K with me Give her the boot, you can't stay with me Call of Duty, keep that ray with me Pack came, nigga, know I'ma flip it That bitch attach like a motherfucking sticky Fah fah, make a move and stick it How many does it take, you get it? How many does it take to get it? How many bullets it take to rip it? 7.62s hit your fucking fitted Hoodie on me and it's large, can't fit it I cannot wait to say I did it Paycheck is my daily spending Coupe thief in the night 'cause it's tinted High as hell off this Perc' 10 Alexander, that's on my ass Hitting her phone 'til she on my ass I don't give a fuck if it's 'bout to pass Love this bitch but I don't think we gon' last First place, nigga coming in last Let shit slide, I'ma run it right back I leave that ho and she running right back Fuck this bitch, thirty-two round mag Santana, Santana Santana, Santan Uh, Santana