[Chorus: Clip & Keeta]
I don't give a fuck now you say you can keep her
Money in her face she a real bread eater
Chilling with my gang call that boy Yung Keeta
Sippin' fake lean pour that shit in a [?]
Yeah bitch I had [?]
I had to do it again
Like lil' boy we're not friends
You ain't want all that
He think that he gang but he not
Talking on the gang I call up Clip he get you dropped

[Chorus: Clip]
I don't give a fuck now you say you can keep her
Money in her face she a real bread eater
Chilling with my gang call that boy Yung Keeta
Sippin' fake lean pour that shit in a [?]
Yeah bitch I had [?]
I had to do it again
Like lil' boy we're not friends
You ain't want all that
Yeah you can nеver go back
I don't know you mad for what
[?] I don't give a fuck

[Verse 1: Keeta]
In this hoe with Clip wе dumpin' clips
I took your girlfriend took your bitch
I'm with your thot and she gon' dip
What I told her while she dancin' on my tip
Give a few bands said that's a tip
Cash so mental I feel like a devil in this hoe
Hoe that's heavy metal I ain't even met none of these hoes
Bitch, I want to
I just walked through smell like gas pack when I walk through
I been winning every day lil' boy not you
How'd I get through TSA I brought my Glock through
Put the mouth up on my money 'cause thats who I talk too
Yeah they pay to see me nobody wanna watch you
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