Skeme, Tyga - Keep It G lyrics
Tyga [Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Skeme, Tyga - Keep It G lyrics]
Yeah this is for my G's
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even trippin, keep it G
Keep it G yeah this is for my ladies keep
They hair and nails did
Who ain't worried about a man cause
They got they own shit
Just keep it G, keep it G
Tell 'em you ain't even trippin, keep it G
Keep it G
Hello to the haters
Hands on my cock screaming, "fuck y'all
Pay us" probably couldn't do it til the day
You get your weight up
And I'm down for whatever
I'm guessing that's why we stay up
Wait up, you still on that old shit
Crazy how I'm hot
But we steady dropping cold shit
Big money every time you see me coming
Got the model women flocking trying
To party with the youngin'
Big Skeme nigga, you know what the deal is
Sox Gang rap, them boys know who the real is
Feel this, you can't gamble with little chips
Got it, been had it
You talking about what you will get
Why you trying to tell mines
What you been through
I'm trying to find a bad redbone nigga
Then two got that money on my mental
Pimp tight game leave her
Wetter than a swimsuit gone
Got bottles of that Rosé
Bout to get poured up
Bunch of groupies on it and they
Acting like they know us
She thinking sho nuff, I'm thinking so what
Just a young nigga
But my pockets on grown up
So miss me with that rap shit
I'm gooned up, black shades in the back lit
Sox fitted and you know I keep my hats tipped
Backwood wrap smelling strong homie
Pass this coupe outside on 8's
Speakers just beating, make the insides shake
If she ain't with the business
Ain't no getting in for free
Sweetie I ain't being rude
I'm just trying to keep it G
Club close at 2, I'm the condo around 3
Had that black dress fitting
Man I know that she a freak
After we finish girl you
Know I'm screaming peace
Sweetie I ain't being rude
I'm just trying to keep it G what's up
The paper roll up, burn through it, Cigarillo
Smell the aroma, inhale this homegrown ghetto
My bitch ghetto, riding to the instrumental
Bags on the seat with the
Chrome in the middle
I'm King Kong, Japanese boy
You're too little
I spit on you like a baby's pillow
Ill pop a nigga, T Killa eat your dinner
To gold plate
Then I'm home watching Sportscenter
Man, get that fast money like gas money
Young Money, Cash Money, all one hunnid
Niggas gonna flex hard til they pull a muscle
Press a button
Watch this motherfucker smash like a pumpkin
Big body Benz
But the shit don't mean nothing
I got my homie straight
Now they on the Shaw stuntin'
Tell em keep it G with the hoes, no cuffing
Skeme said let's give the streets something
So yeah
That be riding up high
Looking haters in they eyes every
Time they pass by just keep it G, keep it G
Tell them you ain't even trippin, keep it G
Keep it G yeah this is for my ladies keep
They hair and nails did
Who ain't worried about a man cause
They got they own shit
Just keep it G, keep it G
Tell 'em you ain't even trippin, keep it G
Keep it G
Hello to the haters
Hands on my cock screaming, "fuck y'all
Pay us" probably couldn't do it til the day
You get your weight up
And I'm down for whatever
I'm guessing that's why we stay up
Wait up, you still on that old shit
Crazy how I'm hot
But we steady dropping cold shit
Big money every time you see me coming
Got the model women flocking trying
To party with the youngin'
Big Skeme nigga, you know what the deal is
Sox Gang rap, them boys know who the real is
Feel this, you can't gamble with little chips
Got it, been had it
You talking about what you will get
Why you trying to tell mines
What you been through
I'm trying to find a bad redbone nigga
Then two got that money on my mental
Pimp tight game leave her
Wetter than a swimsuit gone
Got bottles of that Rosé
Bout to get poured up
Bunch of groupies on it and they
Acting like they know us
She thinking sho nuff, I'm thinking so what
Just a young nigga
But my pockets on grown up
So miss me with that rap shit
I'm gooned up, black shades in the back lit
Sox fitted and you know I keep my hats tipped
Backwood wrap smelling strong homie
Pass this coupe outside on 8's
Speakers just beating, make the insides shake
If she ain't with the business
Ain't no getting in for free
Sweetie I ain't being rude
I'm just trying to keep it G
Club close at 2, I'm the condo around 3
Had that black dress fitting
Man I know that she a freak
After we finish girl you
Know I'm screaming peace
Sweetie I ain't being rude
I'm just trying to keep it G what's up
The paper roll up, burn through it, Cigarillo
Smell the aroma, inhale this homegrown ghetto
My bitch ghetto, riding to the instrumental
Bags on the seat with the
Chrome in the middle
I'm King Kong, Japanese boy
You're too little
I spit on you like a baby's pillow
Ill pop a nigga, T Killa eat your dinner
To gold plate
Then I'm home watching Sportscenter
Man, get that fast money like gas money
Young Money, Cash Money, all one hunnid
Niggas gonna flex hard til they pull a muscle
Press a button
Watch this motherfucker smash like a pumpkin
Big body Benz
But the shit don't mean nothing
I got my homie straight
Now they on the Shaw stuntin'
Tell em keep it G with the hoes, no cuffing
Skeme said let's give the streets something
So yeah