Keep It P

Hatin'-ass nigga, nigga, need to shut the f*ck up, nigga (Reece, take em' to church) Yeah, told her I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the f*ck is he? Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with this Glock 23 Tuck-ins just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's PJ straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain't trippin', yeah Four hoes drain the plastic, f*ck the kids, you know I'm pimpin', yeah Jroc watched me open this bitch up, look how I whip it, yeah Trap spot in the trenches, you can't come because it's wicked there Bought my bitch a Cuban, but I told her, "Stuff all them racks in it" I can't see y'all niggas, too much smoke inside my atmosphere Goyard full of paper, weigh me down just like some gravity Black truck full of shooters, when I pull up, they in back of me Closet full of firearms, I hope that ATF don't come I'ma cop another charm, the shark piece is the latest one Drop the dancer off and then I went and picked the doctor up Exotic custom builds, you know I had to split the chopper up He ain't in rotation, he just sittin' around that bitch pressed At Taboo in Miami, yeah, we left that bitch a fuckin' mess Went and bought a hundred Ps from Sac, that my side quest How much money do we got for real? Bitch, just tryna guess Million every hour, told my label, "I can't go for less" C8, I just pulled up on him, picked her up inside the 'Vette Yeah, told her I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the f*ck is he? Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with this Glock 23 Tuck-ins just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's PJ straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain't trippin', yeah Four hoes drain the plastic, f*ck the kids, you know I'm pimpin', yeah Tryna stay away from the gangster shit, but I'm still with it though Still remember days that we was robbin', scammin' bippin' loads You ain't tryna shoot or tryna drive, then find a different road Told my youngins, "Leet's go get some dope," they got a itch to score Tryna stay alive and dodge the system, but I'm fresh to death Bitch ain't tryna f*ck, I'm like, "Aight, then baby, exit left" Runnin' up a check like every day, but I ain't catch a breath Told the baby, "Guys, calm it down," but all they know is step Finna hit the stage and go perform with my Glock 26 Answerin' my phone from random bitches, I'm like, "Who is this?" Bro just hit my line, he got a play for about twenty bricks Ain't tryna f*ck with me, I laugh it off like, "Yeah, you losin', bitch" Every time a nigga hit the scene, I bring the diamonds out Better keep your bitch up on that lease before I fly her out In the streets, I know what I signed up for, I ain't signin' out I remember I was broke and doin' bad, but now I'm shinin' now, nigga Yeah, told her I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the f*ck is he? Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with this Glock 23 Tuck-ins just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's PJ straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain't trippin', yeah Four hoes drain the plastic, f*ck the kids, you know I'm pimpin', yeah