KEEFE COFFEE

Ay, c'mon, c'mon

This bitch red, black, and white, but this a chrome sweater

I crack the baddest bitch in there, like, "What's your phone number?"

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

This bitch red, black, and white, but this a chrome sweater

I crack the baddest bitch in there, like, "What's your phone number?"

She make the kids disappear when I get dome from her

He couldn't fit this lifestyle, it was the wrong rubbers

Don't gotta talk the price down, I'm buying what I wanted

I've been squaring, flying private, I've been driving foreign

I hit the lick, after the split was an enormous portion

Was with the niggas that got rich off of the unemployment

The war ready, Wiggle Nation brought the love deployment

Scenes of if I ain't seeing shadows, then I'm hearing voices

Press the gas pedal down, then Supreme Forces

My diamonds dance, battle clowns, Harley's head spun around

This hot bread lookin' sound, I been yeast talkin'

Ass up, face down, I see yeeks only

The yeek on me, the geek homie, sent the link for me

It get cold on that road, the heat sees warming

I'm 'bout to let nobody bother me, how we was taught

We didn't stop committin' robberies 'til we was caught

Her bottom naturally wobbly, her titties bought

Fitted real ones in the county, off the keefe coffee

My sneaks don't have a crease, and all my piece are glossy

We took trip after trip, that's how we was flossing

Quarter zipping that spliff, and I'm not even coughing

I'm content with Saks Fifth, but I miss bleeding Barney's

I miss bleeding Barney's

Black gloves, leather vest, we can't flee on Harley's (on God)

Lil' bro got the eagle on his free bands

Most these niggas can't keep the pea I peaked at

She playing on my flute, in the coupe, I think I'm Three Stacks

I ain't saying she put me to sleep, it was a brief nap

Matter of truth or lie, real or fake, you decide (you decide)

Gang slide everywhere niggas reside (gang slide)

They ain't really solid, I seen all the signs (they ain't solid)