Keep My Name Out King Lil G (Ft. Rittz)

[Verse 1: King Lil G]
You better tell them that I need that
Better tell them that I need four pounds and a weed sack
On the phone, don't repeat that
Middle finger to these internet thugs on the keypad
Bitch, I'm feeling like I'm leaving earth
Took some money out my mother's purse
That's the day I knew I was cursed
Thinking about it, man I'm feeling worse
Number one, I never finish last
Gang member getting all the cash
Under pressure, and I never fold
Got stories that I never told
Bitch, I've been gang, gang, gang, gang
Little homies, you on the late train
Remember I was with so and so
Fucking all these hoes
Way before the fame
Then I got rid of a bucket
Went to look at some packs
I just got rid of a hundred
Talking about hundred and stacks
Talking about hundred and stacks
It was a hundred in fact

[Hook]
Keep my name out of your mouth
Cause the most of time you don't know what you talking about
I got some money you can count
If you need something to do