Letras
Hey, hey, hey
What was that? Oh, hold on
(Kekeeee)
It's your girl Keke "Keep a fucking bag" Palmer
The devil work hard but Keke Palmer work harder
Real life legend
Authentic, ain't no guessing
Raised in the game but I never changed just to make it
I'm always with my mama
My number one partner
We'll cuss you out together if you try and stop us
Got my family on my back
Never gon' forget that
Ten mill at age 12, now my account quadruples that
But I don't really flex it
I just be investing
Quiet as it's kept I'm a relator in the making
Black American dream
Y'all know what I mean
Standing on the shoulders of giants and that means I'm a queen
Millennial diva
Boss like Tifah
Ass not fat but it rock like Tina
Know the ropes like Jane
Body and the brains
I don't need to chase fame 'cause you already know my name
These bitches toilet tissue soft
I'm the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, bitch
Drop your addy on the way
And I ain't killin' shit, bitch
'Cause bitch know where I stay
All these hoes don't like me
Give two fucks 'bout what they say
And you hoes be suckin' dick
So don't put me in yo' rap
How you talkin' all that shit
But know you really cap?
I'm gon' beat yo' ass to sleep
And I'm gon' take you off the map
And I heard she want my head
Now here I go now, where you at?
On my life, you looks a mess
Why you chasin' for the clout?
Let me call up on yo' nigga
And rub my cat all on his mouth
I'm gon' fuck him in yo' bed
And take his money when I dip
So don't speak on me again
'Cause on my life, you fuckin' tripped
On my life, you fuckin' wack
You can't knock me for no sack
I see yo' bed sit on the floor
I see that mattress in the back
Told that lil' bitch I'm the goat
And that hoe thought I was cap
Heard that bitch 'she from the O'
And, bitch, I'm all over the map
Anybody wanna fight?
On my life, I want the smoke
Bitch, I put that on yo' kids
And yo' baby daddy throat
And you know he ate my cat
And he ate it from the back
Then he took me to the mall
I made that nigga spend a stack
Tell that hoe "don't call my phone"
'Cause that bitch, she out of place
Bitch, he let me drive your car
He coming home, he on the way
On my life, you niggas green
And you know it's "fuck the law"
All you niggas got that shit
And I can't fuck you niggas raw
Tell that bitch she better move
'Cause you know I'm with the shit
Count money, turn me on
You hoes can have that petty dick
You know I had to write a song
You know I had to drop a diss
So you better leave me 'lone
Before you end up in a ditch
Make yo folks say "R.I.P"
Heard you stay on D.I.P
And a hoe can talk her shit
But ain't no hoe gon' fuck wit' me
These bitches toilet tissue soft
I'm the hardest out the A
And if you got pressure, bitch
Drop your addy on the way
Cap ass hoe
You cap as fuck talkin' 'bout
You got 50 racks on our head?
Cut that shit out, bitch
You ain't talkin' 'bout shit, on God
You just talkin', 'bout you
Went to ATL and Orlando
Bitch, cut that shit out
Pull up, hoe, pull up
We all want the smoke, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch