Keep on Gettin It Lyrics By Real Boston Richey
Uh, turn me up, P
Uh, Richey
Uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my *** Doe, baow)
Uh, uh
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
Over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these niggas ***
Niggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I’ll let her *** buy her nails and hair, I’ll go buy a pendant
*** with all the DJs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
But I’m turned up, *** ain’t never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that *** gon’ listen
I DM the *** to take her out of town, I bet your *** go missin’
A ten-year run, I was a young *** out here trappin’ midget
I feel like I got a magic wand, I been out trickin’ ***
I feel like the 50 Boyz ’cause in my britches, ***, I can fit a fifty
Might have to cross a *** out I love ’cause niggas ain’t even with me
Me and that young *** always fightin’ just like Bobby and Whitney
She gon’ eat that *** up good, I bought that Pink Whitney
She done *** me and my brother, that *** you seen with me
They heard I ran up seven M’s, tell *** niggas, “Come and get me”
My *** shoot the *** out a ***, I got that plumber with me
These niggas be doin’ all that Tweetin’, but niggas ain’t ***’ with me
We started off a hundred deep, ain’t none of them niggas with me
I know I *** her good ’cause all of my ex *** miss me
These niggas be cappin’ when they say, “No cap,” like, “No kizzy”
I’m only givin’ a *** a Bubba chain who roll with me
I’m talkin’ ’bout same niggas who post up at the store with me
Went against the whole hood, we only had like four semis
I’m only like five foot and a couple inches with four ***
I’m ‘posed to have a ticket, ***, I ain’t see like no mentions
Can’t let him hold the strap, it went down, he done froze with it
Every time I make another hundred, I get more ***
I *** that *** up off that Henny, got control in it
“Why your car so tinted out?” ‘Cause I got ‘bows in it
You know I *** with Herbo and them ’cause I got no limits
My heart too froze, baby, that’s why I be cold pimpin’
My backdoor closed, baby, I ain’t doin’ no slippin’
We’ll wipe your nose, baby, we ain’t doin’ no trippin’
We got them ‘bows, baby, but we ain’t doin’ no shippin’
She say she *** me better, these hoes ain’t no different
I ain’t sold a zip in a year
Big old diamonds in my ear
Make them packages disappear
She got piercings on her lip
I’m out here thuggin’ with the dips
I rock Chane-ne for the Crips
I *** this *** up off the rip
Yeah, yeah
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
Over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these niggas ***
Niggas still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I’ll let her *** buy her nails and hair, I’ll go buy a pendant
*** with all the DJs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
But I’m turned up, *** ain’t never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that *** gon’ listen
I DM the *** to take her out of town, I bet your *** go missin’