Keeper (feat. A Boogie Wit da Hoodie) - OhGeesy

Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na I think them niggas is scared of us They flexing but only for cameras I embarrass 'em If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us? Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain, I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison These niggas ain't catching up to us I swear these niggas need stamina I broke her heart in a paragraph, turned to a thottie to care it up Now that bitch feel so embarrassing Diamonds be dancing, I blur it up Your shit is fake, you can't swear to it I know you fronting, you panicking, I get dressed up like a mannequin Put on a fit and embarrass 'em, it's so embarrassing I put this beat on my body list Metro a beast, yeah he bodied it, they tried to give me a stylist I told 'em I'm good, yo you wylin' I got sick of wearing Versace, I want red bottoms Don't let me get in a fight with 'em One of them spikes and I might hit him I'm from the jungle, say that you fuck with gorillas I know that you niggas be lying I gotta stay humble, that's why I fuck with the realest I swear I put that on the Bible You stuck in your feelings, say I'm fucking on your bitch And you should've never ever wifed her That's word to my mother, if a nigga take my bitch, fuck it I'ma find another lover, we flex on each other Cuban dripping on my wrist, I could put whatever on the other That's word to my mother I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison You gotta be kidding me Most of my shit come from Italy, W up, make 'em sick of me Ice on my pinky too glittery Pass on a show, it ain't shit to me I keep a blicky, just in case a nigga with me ain't with me And I see a enemy, everything litty Plus my fingers kinda sticky from rolling up that icky icky Them cookies be hitting Beam came with the strap, ladder hanging off of that Yeah I get too attatched I ain't fucking with the Act', I be tripping off of that I'ma keep it a stack Mike Amiri's on me stretch But I'm holding all this bread, I'ma keep me a bag They was saying I was next Ever since I hit the booth and I jumped on a track I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison I think them niggas is scared of us Flexing but only for cameras Nothing these niggas could do to us Who the fuck can they compare to us Nothing these niggas could say to us I let 'em stare if they stare at us Look at my chain I embarrass 'em Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Ain't no comparison Fuck it, it ain't no comparison Look at my chain, it's embarrassing I'm flexing on 'em, embarrassing Flexing on 'em, so embarrassing Look at my chain, it's embarrassing If Young Metro don't trust, you I'm gon' shoot you

I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on it girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time waiting Go down on me girl, I'm running out of patience My name is Artist, I can draw shit She be all up in my phone, she just wanna start shit She will not leave me alone till I take her shopping Louis bag with a stash and her Birkin wallet Yeah, let's go on a baecation Baby, we can go to Vegas and change locations Don't you worry bout a hater, they gon' keep hating They sendin' shots, I just dodge like I'm in the Matrix Used to school park in the Uber Now we taking flights, spending nights in Aruba I hope we can do a lot of things, fuck the rumors On the beach, Henny Coladas in the cooler All the hoes gon' follow, understand that If you end up heart broken I didn't plan that I wanna take you so far I don't know where to begin at Baby girl at least you know where my head at So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want I could put you on, I won't do you wrong baby You know what you're doing, I just hope you don't play me Louis Vuitton don, you know I be going crazy Go to San Juan, put you on the front page and If they hate girl, fuck 'em they can stay hating You can whip the Benzi, let 'em watch us racing and When they hear me on the radio station They gon' wish they was you but I ain't replacing My bitch so expensive She listen to me but she never listen They tried to push me off my pivot but I'm never tripping She never bitch and love to kick it, Rose sipping I fuck with you but girl don't get it twisted It's money over everything so I be getting chicken I'm hard to get with so they never got the cash, be slipping Put you on a private jet, fuck a plane ticket So, I took her on a baecation She fell in love with the way I tasted I fell in love with the way she take it Go down on me girl, I know you wanna taste it I took her on a baecation We ain't even really dating I spent a long time Go down on me girl, I know you want

I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet 'bout it, we could speak 'bout it if you really, really with me Growin' up bein' in the gas stations, in the CVSs gettin' gifties, yeah And if you really my nigga, word to mother, we gon' split it 50-50, yeah (JoeFromYO) They call me a SoundCloud boy, they stealin' my sound now, boy I feel like I'm really the king in my city, I got the crown now, boy Two .38s on the side of me, lookin' like a cowboy, yeah Niggas be actin' like bitches, I might as well just call you tomboys Don't play with me, .38 on me, and I'm feelin' so, so special Niggas is lucky I'm busy gettin' money 'cause I really coulda left you Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary I prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri, yeah, beasty, used to lurk in the bushes Now when I open my eyes I look in the sky, hopin' I make it to Heaven You can have family ties, all rats gotta die, you can still be a dub if you tellin' And even if it was my cousin, it is a dub, fuck it, just knock off his melon I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Heard they wanna catch me lackin', oh, please (oh, please) Yeah, they don't know I'm really odee ('dee) Niggas rattin', eatin' on cheese (cheese) Just free the real until they all free (mm) Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh-uh, Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, mmm-mmm Lamborghini car keys, vroom-vroom, I don't know why they actin' like they G'd up, hmm-mmm Wipe a nigga nose like he sneezin', hmm-mmm, go to Elliot for Aquafina, huh-uh Chain lookin' like a hockey puck, hmm, like a freezer, hmm You told me never say never, then you told me you would never get me set up (yeah) But love is a set-up already, shoulda said, "I love you" to a Bentley (mmm) I know niggas that ain't even graduate can't leave the country, they felons already But fuck it, at least they know better, any nigga could tell ain't no tellin' I done seen niggas tell on they brother, 'em niggas was there for you when you were strugglin' I done seen niggas love on they bitch and go kiss her and hug her right after she suckin' dick And you gotta watch out for niggas that's watchin' your money, watch who you get money with And don't you compete with your own gang, no, don't you go be on no funny shit 'Cause niggas'll tell on they whole gang 'cause they was jealous, so jealous, yeah I was addicted to Balmain, I did every Amiri denim (yeah) I'm not a regular person, I threw away all my Margielas (yeah) Got a closet with nothin' but fly shit, trendsetter from my hat to my sweater, yeah-yeah I swear I don't need love, that shit is so, so petty Don't you go tweet about it, we could speak about it if you really, really with me Pull up in my hoodie on the scene, so, so scary Prolly got more Mike Amiri jeans than Mike Amiri Hoodie on, rockin' long sleeves, uh-uh Richard Mille make my wrist bleed, uh-uh Lamborghini car keys, vroom-vroom

Tell me what it's like in the night when I ain't by your side You could catch a vibe for some time, but she won't do you right Baby, won't you come on by? No surprise, you know why I wanna change your life Baby, I just need one night Get a taste of paradise and to fall in line I know you want me to throw it back on you I'm in east side, baby, just come through Hit my line, hit my line Baby, we can bump and grind, bump and grind Hit my line, hit my line Baby, we can bump and grind, ease your mind Yeah, baby, come on give me Mazi on some sloppy shit I like how you look at me while your mouth on the dick Baby, you know how I like all of that thottie shit She let my seed drip off of her bottom lip She know I would never go expose her And whenever she with me, she turn her phone off She match my fly, I see her all the time in Bergdorf But I think you look way better with your clothes off Gucci, Louis, Fendi sweaters come right out of Bergdorf But I think you look way better with your clothes off Long hair like you don't care how you go, girl Monclair for your winter jacket, fuck a Marmot Dick up all in her (Ah) She gonna eat me up, I'ma eat her up for dinner (Uh) For a minute I was gon' wife it up, but I'm trippin' (Mm) Too late, I got drugs in my system I'm on another level And I swear I could make you feel so special Dick shaped like a banana, hit the g-spot, simple You be in my dreams, and in my dreams I'm in you Two thousand on jeans and you can be all in 'em I know you want me to throw it back on you I'm in east side, baby, just come through Hit my line, hit my line Baby, we can bump and grind, bump and grind Hit my line, hit my line Baby, we can bump and grind, ease your mind Come grip on my waist, wine for me Louis V scarf on my face like Saudi You could be my daddy, I could be your thottie Need a real bitch that gon' ride with the Bonnie Know you wanna feel up on my body, get me started Animale, enamorame, ain't no talkin', baby, be about it I'ma throw it back, bring it back once more Know you like to front, then you back for more Like oo-ah, oo-ah, what you wanna do-ah? Do-ah? Wanna be for you, I'd do, anything you want tonight I know you want me to throw it back on you I'm in east side, baby, just come through Hit my line, hit my line Baby, we can bump and grind, bump and grind Hit my line, hit my line Baby, we can bump and grind, ease your mind Hit my line, hit my line Hit my line, hit my line Hit my line, hit my line Hey Russians Hit my, hit my line

You niggas don't know These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I got a Draco Niggas don't I got a Draco (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I'm a migo, but I ain't Quavo Hyphy but I ain't from the Bay though Barrel of the 9 millimeter got potatoed These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I'm a migo, but I ain't Quavo Hyphy but I ain't from the Bay though Barrel of the 9 millimeter got potatoed Baby Milo, dress like Nigo How I afford this? Sell kilos Bird talk, I ain't talkin' bout seagulls In the United Kingdom like The Beatles From NY, straight flight to the UK You ain't tryna make money, bitch, you gay Free Max B, but I'm too wavy Pop Perc' then I fucked her for two days Ayy, bitch, yeah, bitch I'm so buffed up She be chillin' on that nigga, but she cuffed up He done let her out the crib so he fucked up She out dick sucking while he in bed and tucked up You fuck me? Then bitch you done lucked up Is you gon' swallow it when I bust nut? Dick long, lil' bitch, I fuck guts Good brain on the head of a dumb slut These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I'm a migo, but I ain't Quavo Hyphy but I ain't from the Bay though Barrel of the 9 millimeter got potatoed These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I'm a migo, but I ain't Quavo Hyphy but I ain't from the Bay though Barrel of the 9 millimeter got potatoed What these niggas don't know gon' hurt 'em Who is these pussy niggas? I ain't heard of 'em If he look like 12, I ain't servin 'em I'm going too stupid like I'm absurd or somethin' Ayy, ayy, ayy, go crazy (Go crazy) Off lean and I'm way too wavy Fucked her, now she way too crazy In Detroit I'ma fuck wit' my babies One time, come fuck with my niggas, man Off Perc's so I ain't no minute man I think I need a briefcase, I'm a business man Ten Drac's in the back of this minivan Off Perc's (Off Perc's) so I ain't no minute man I think I need a briefcase, I'm a business man Ten Drac's in the back of this minivan Get popped 'cause it's up like a ceiling fan These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I'm a migo, but I ain't Quavo Hyphy but I ain't from the Bay though Barrel of the 9 millimeter got potatoed These niggas don't know, I got a Draco I'm a migo, but I ain't Quavo Hyphy but I ain't from the Bay though Barrel of the 9 millimeter got potatoed These niggas don't know (Know, know, know, know, know, know)

I don't want a ring, yeah Don't want a ring She just wanna f-, she don't want a ring Want her to cook, I want her to clean From H-Town like the whole Yao Ming Like 112, I like peaches and cream She just wanna f-, she don't want a ring (hey) Want her to cook, I want her to clean (yeah) From H-Town like the whole Yao Ming (hey) Like 112, I like peaches and cream Get so h-, get, get, get, get so h- Get, get so h- off the l- (yeah, yeah, yeah) Ball real hard, ball, ball, ball, ball real hard (yeah, yeah) Ball, ball like a NBA team (yeah, hey) Poppin' the p-, the b- When it get w-, do it cream? When it get w-, do it cream? Bae, do you m- and you scream? Bae, do you m- and you scream? Ball real hard like a NBA team She from H-Town, whole Yao Ming Down in Atlanta like Hoodrich Keem Met her at Lenox and we had a fling I say, "You look good", she say I look clean How the hell you fit all that in them jeans? Easter pink even though it ain't spring Magic City, eating on chicken wings She just wanna f-, she don't want a ring Want her to cook, I want her to clean From H-Town like the whole Yao Ming Like 112, I like peaches and cream She just wanna f-, she don't want a ring Want her to cook, I want her to clean (yeah) From H-Town like the whole Yao Ming (yeah, ay, ay) Like 112, I like peaches and cream She don't want a man, she just want d- (ay, ay) She want that n- and, baby, I'm him (ay, hey) She said it's too wet but, baby, I'll swim (ay, hey) She just like me, baby, you my twin (ay, yeah) She just wanna f-, she ain't tryna pretend (yeah, yeah) That's the benefits of being her friend (yeah, yeah) I'm off the p-' and I'm off the Henn' (yeah, turn up, turn up) I'm beating it down again and again (turn up, turn up, turn up, ay) I'm beating it down like over and over again (damn girl, whoa) My d- sucked, new Range Rover, ho (skrrt) Lot of l- in my lil' soda (yeah) Hit from the back and I'm grabbing her shoulders (hey) N- wanna be me when they get older (ayy) When they get older Hit from the back and I'm grabbing her shoulders N- wanna be me when they get older (older, older) She just wanna f-, she don't want a ring Want her to cook, I want her to clean From H-Town like the whole Yao Ming Like 112, I like peaches and cream She just wanna f-, she don't want a ring Want her to cook, I want her to clean From H-Town like the whole Yao Ming Like 112, I like peaches and cream (ayy)