Rip Yung Keeta (Ft. ​reefuh)

(Lockhart shit bitch)

[Chorus: Keeta]
You needa play with your bitch
Play with me 'cause you stuck up in the mud now you in a ditch
I can't talk to a snitch
Bypass all that shit
Gang at the car when I walk the house and they all got new sticks
You better play with your kids
This shit it get dangerous
Knock off all your lids
Make sure not one of them gon' live
Talkin' that shit still I'm up in your crib
G19 and I'm lettin' it rip
I know your bitch ass ain't in the VIP
I know you a bitch you don't do it for real
(Really know how we do this shit man we've been through it before)

[Verse 1: Reef]
Bitch 762 it's a missile
I put a pill in a soda it fizzle
Wrap up the beat your boy sweet than a skittle
Pop his ass like bacon boy the ARP sizzle
Piss, may he rest in piss
Over that week ass diss
That ain't shit
Okay I'm the presi, the president talk
Left home in the chevy came back in a Hawk[?]
Im killin' I'm ready I've been a lil' boss
Number 19 you still shoppin' at Ross
Pull up a line in a goddamn Voss
I'd die about Criss so I can't get crossed
Hi-Tech in the Brisk boy I can't walk
Hi-Tech in the Brisk boy this not Wock
Or maybe it is
I'm mic'd up, I'm here, I'm here, I'm here
I can't leave that bitch, in a liter
I can't believe
They're not easy
I been deceiving
It's been a minute baby I'm still grieving
Jewelry so cold that it's changing the seasons
Me and lil' keet pop his ass for no reason