For Keeps Rich The Kid (Ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
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[Intro]
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[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rich the Kid]
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I want the money, but you want the fame, lil' nigga (Fame, lil' nigga, yeah)
Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger (Woo, woo)
Brought the lil' foreign bitch, we don't take no pictures (We don't take no pictures)
Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues (Grrah, baow)
Don't want no issues, don't want no issues (Want no issues)
Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty killers (Plenty killers)
I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular, I'm straight out them trenches (Out the trenches)
Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once, but dropped some ashes in it (Vroom)
Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pendants
I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business
Put that on my four sons, I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy
This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced
CashMoneyAP
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rich the Kid]
My heart cold, I bet the angels agree
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
We play for keeps, let out that heat and we leave stains in the street, yeah
They take a stand, we make 'em all go to sleep, yeah
Gotta know we playing for keeps (Woo)
They knocking 'em off for cheap (What?)
I pray to the Lord my soul to keep (Woo, woo)
Made a hundred thousand, I was sleep (Yeah)
These niggas fake, I don't fuck with them, they all strangers to me
One call, that's all, make 'em all go to sleep (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Rich the Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I want the money, but you want the fame, lil' nigga (Fame, lil' nigga, yeah)
Ran the check way up, my pockets bigger (Woo, woo)
Brought the lil' foreign bitch, we don't take no pictures (We don't take no pictures)
Pull the stick out, they don't want no issues (Grrah, baow)
Don't want no issues, don't want no issues (Want no issues)
Sometimes I tote two guns, I run with plenty killers (Plenty killers)
I rock two Rollies, I'm not regular, I'm straight out them trenches (Out the trenches)
Got a new Maybach, ain't drove it once, but dropped some ashes in it (Vroom)
Got platinum plaques and I got gold and got several pendants
I'm from the block, no talk and watch, forever mind my business
Put that on my four sons, I won't fold, I be toting that glizzy
This ankle bracelet on my leg, I'm already sentenced
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