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"Keto" Lyrics:

I think he might ask for the cash in exchange for the clash, that's right
If I hit cash app press send ok on the bag, it's on sight
He might, hit you with the right
He might, take a n*gga life
He might, hit you with the right
He might, take a n*gga life

He might walk down with the stick
Get you outside when he see where you live
Get you inside by the baby by the crib
He don’t give a f*ck who you are who you is
Yes sir, it’s going down like New York metro
These n*ggas want gas he got that petro
Please don’t slack cause he got that dress code
If you want to stop he got bring that let's go

Green light, creep wit it, creep wit it, creep wit it
Red light, Stop,
Pop pop, then off with his top
Go off on a opp
Get lost when he drop
Said dead nor alive
So he already got
Block already hot
Feds looking for a drop
But nobody tell cause the hood shell shocked

Don’t start no sh*t
won’t be no sh*t
At the club f*ckin bread up
on some Keto sh*t
Said I used to play the background on some Tito sh*t
Now I’m the one that take the shot and you know he don’t miss
(Well alright)

He might, hit you with the right
He might, take a n*gga life
He might, hit you with the right
He might, take a n*gga life

Paper talkin and speakin
Playing dirty this b*tch is cheating
Trynna set a n*gga up again
I'll light this b*tch up with a ten
Put the cash in the bag, I need it
Hit a n*gga with the right left even
Sin city rockin Jesus pieces
On top that's the way I see it
Club packed but my drink don't spill
Turn a lil n*gga to roadkill
Pockets fat they overwhelmed
All the bad b*tches come over here
All the bad b*tches
All the bad b*tches come over here
All the bad b*tches
All the bad b*tches come over here

Yea
Don't put it past me
I gave you my number it was really a Text Free
You be where the pussy is
I be where the cash be
I be where the check be
That's why they be checking
I'm making all these plays
these b*tches can't intercept me
Make a n*gga think he got it but I'm really pretending
He think it's all love
I don't really got none
I don't care what he think
Cause I ain't never gave a f*ck

Don’t start no sh*t
won’t be no sh*t
At the club f*ckin bread up
on some Keto sh*t
Said I used to play the background on some Tito sh*t
Now I’m the one that take the shot and you know he don’t miss
(Well alright)
He might, hit you with the right
He might, take a n*gga life

He might, hit you with the right
He might, take my step father li-

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