Keisha Bold

Better lay low, Flint hot as hell, I'm ducked at the crib, not going to jail
Gang stay ready, team full of shooters, and we liable to hit
All my niggas ten plus, couple ridin' with some kits

Shit the other probably ridin' with some shhhh

Fish fry in this bitch, Milwaukee toolkit, drill come in it
Send a blitz, niggas mad that I did it
Hoodie with the hat, but I ain't cappin' in it
Yop
Little nigga I ain't sharin', back in the day

Got coached by a nigga named Baron
I know that nigga named Terrence
Sorry ma'am, I don't know that bitch named Karen
Nigga, why the fuck you starin'? I'm finna call your parents

We'll take your eyesight, this ain't fight night
Bitch ask for the right pipe
Horny ass nigga askin' what's the price
My best friend askin' for some lemonade with light ice

My nigga Chris givin' taper fades for the right price
Auntie workin' in the basement a get your wrist right
I got niggas doin' back flips on the trampoline
Shootin' clips like it's Nic at night

Nigga, what's your price? I want that shit tonight

Get a Rucker Buck, I got niggas hoopin' and other stuff
Bro shootin' clips, hit the road, he really tough
Nigga, back hurtin', feds got him fucked up

I cannot with this bitch tonight, left the crib, mad as fuck
You like how I'm rappin', homie said, what the fuck
This really us
Not wit lil' boat, but I'm a float

Hope she don't choke, she done said I'm on a thin rope
Had to grab her ass, a root beer float
Talkin' to the Pope, nah for real, my nigga Pope
Slide down in that '08 charger, almost hit the Bears coach

What the fuck, this nigga really trippin', bro
Nigga, back to the dough
Yes, I'm a troll
Bro, and this bitch takin' hits out a fuckin' bowls

Was at Davenport, takin' trips around the fuckin' globe
This bitch got a piano in the back
I'm thinkin' bout' singin' on some Keisha Cole