G Perico, Rucci - Keep Killin lyrics
[G Perico, Rucci - Keep Killin lyrics]
You can't help me if
You can't help yourself
I'm at the penthouse plotting on
My next ten steps
One hundred million, straight out the ghetto
We finally on track
Now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time going by, but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold jewelry and it's
Covered up in ice
I'm just putting on for my
Niggas that got life
I stay away from niggas that
Be talking to the cops
And them niggas that be talking to
Niggas talking to the cops
And I stay away from hoes that
Ain't got shit going on
Might be a hot girl summer
But I ain't got shit for 'em
I flush dope down the toilet in
The middle of a raid
Knock niggas out in the middle of a fade
Hide a fifty round clip in
The center of a Wraith
Sliding through the city just to show my face
If it ain't Ace of Spade
What the fuck is it?
When I leave the office
Won't you come get drunk with me?
Couple niggas turned around 'cause they
Couldn't see the light
Then I started Blue T-Shirt, now we on, God
I remember sitting in the projects all day
(What?) backyard boogie
(Oh) , taking all fades (Okay)
You know, a couple night creepers, you know
A couple broad days
With my nigga BG, he from the Broadway
(What? What? What? Oh)
If it ain't Ace of Spades
What the fuck is it? (What the fuck is it?)
20 bands on a chain, spent a buck fifty
(Bling-blaow)
All these bitches know my name
They in love with me (Lil' Rucc)
I ain't going on that stage
Without my gun with me (Go, go, go-go)
Okay, now what you finna do when
You get out your deal? (Okay now)
I'm finna have some fun (Okay, though)
Ayy, what do you consider fun?
Going dumb with a hundred round drum
On Blood this that dog in this bitch, fuck
The law in this bitch, Ayy
(Oh, oh, oh, woah, what?)
I need it all in this bitch, ayy (Okay)
First things first, yeah, you know it
Fuck 12 (Okay)
Ayy, free Don Don
He got a million dollar bail
Like a boat, I'ma sail
I'm off drugs at the yard
Finna live it up today because
I ain't promised tomorrow
Hundred ten, going fast
Westbound on the freeway (What?)
Bogart in traffic 'cause I do shit the G way
G Perico, RuccDawg, Play To Win
Shit Don't Stop and all that
You know what I mean?
Mackk & Co, Perico's Innerprize
Long live Sean Mackk, long live Coley
Play To Win on the way
You can't help yourself
I'm at the penthouse plotting on
My next ten steps
One hundred million, straight out the ghetto
We finally on track
Now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time going by, but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold jewelry and it's
Covered up in ice
I'm just putting on for my
Niggas that got life
I stay away from niggas that
Be talking to the cops
And them niggas that be talking to
Niggas talking to the cops
And I stay away from hoes that
Ain't got shit going on
Might be a hot girl summer
But I ain't got shit for 'em
I flush dope down the toilet in
The middle of a raid
Knock niggas out in the middle of a fade
Hide a fifty round clip in
The center of a Wraith
Sliding through the city just to show my face
If it ain't Ace of Spade
What the fuck is it?
When I leave the office
Won't you come get drunk with me?
Couple niggas turned around 'cause they
Couldn't see the light
Then I started Blue T-Shirt, now we on, God
I remember sitting in the projects all day
(What?) backyard boogie
(Oh) , taking all fades (Okay)
You know, a couple night creepers, you know
A couple broad days
With my nigga BG, he from the Broadway
(What? What? What? Oh)
If it ain't Ace of Spades
What the fuck is it? (What the fuck is it?)
20 bands on a chain, spent a buck fifty
(Bling-blaow)
All these bitches know my name
They in love with me (Lil' Rucc)
I ain't going on that stage
Without my gun with me (Go, go, go-go)
Okay, now what you finna do when
You get out your deal? (Okay now)
I'm finna have some fun (Okay, though)
Ayy, what do you consider fun?
Going dumb with a hundred round drum
On Blood this that dog in this bitch, fuck
The law in this bitch, Ayy
(Oh, oh, oh, woah, what?)
I need it all in this bitch, ayy (Okay)
First things first, yeah, you know it
Fuck 12 (Okay)
Ayy, free Don Don
He got a million dollar bail
Like a boat, I'ma sail
I'm off drugs at the yard
Finna live it up today because
I ain't promised tomorrow
Hundred ten, going fast
Westbound on the freeway (What?)
Bogart in traffic 'cause I do shit the G way
G Perico, RuccDawg, Play To Win
Shit Don't Stop and all that
You know what I mean?
Mackk & Co, Perico's Innerprize
Long live Sean Mackk, long live Coley
Play To Win on the way