I Got this hellcat and I ain't talking bout no GT
Pro shooter MVP since 2014
Burner on my waist I'm a doctor when they ping me
Nigga you ain't hard and yo hood sound make belief
Southwest, but I'm good no matter where I be
Duffle bag a nigga , you know I had to put the fiends asleep
They killed ***** so when I see em Ima toast em
Campfire when I see em Ima roast em
My ex bitch was a goofy, it's a movie
Niggas fight niggas over bitches I let this drum speak
Never been a shooter, why you talkin like you drill sum
Colt .45 granddaddy taught me how to spill sum
Gave that bitch dick and now she mad I won't cuff her
Said she loved me, that bitch plotted on her brother
I don't know who did it, suicide or it was murder
Broke inside the crib now that nigga forever slumbers
Loyal to my soil, know my roots never covered
Post on the block with a Glock, don't come over
Bro think he hard, now he wrapped in white covers
Pulled up to the funeral condolences to his mother
Free Keese, till its backwards, nigga
Ten toes down ain't no actors nigga
Southwest crip, bitch i do this for my brothers
Gang signs out the whip, face covered like a burglar
Money on the books I ain't talking education
Caught a snitch lackin now he on his way to heaven
Bitches set you up, they killed ****** before he graduated
Lil ass goer, tried to f*ck my stick need masturbation
A scholar in the streets, got a PhD in subdivision
Tool split a nigga 1/4 the way the hollows tipped him
Free Keese, you wasn't at the court appearance
And I put that on my mama you niggas ****** like a codefendant
Jordan D. Mitchell - KEESE'S INTERLUDE Lyrics
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I Got this hellcat and I ain't talking bout no GT
Pro shooter MVP since 2014
Burner on my waist I'm a doctor when they ping me
Nigga you ain't hard and yo hood sound make belief
Southwest, but I'm good no matter where I be
Duffle bag a nigga , you know I had to put the fiends asleep
They killed ***** so when I see em Ima toast em
Campfire when I see em Ima roast em
My ex bitch was a goofy, it's a movie
Niggas fight niggas over bitches I let this drum speak
Never been a shooter, why you talkin like you drill sum
Colt .45 granddaddy taught me how to spill sum
Gave that bitch dick and now she mad I won't cuff her
Said she loved me, that bitch plotted on her brother
I don't know who did it, suicide or it was murder
Broke inside the crib now that nigga forever slumbers
Loyal to my soil, know my roots never covered
Post on the block with a Glock, don't come over
Bro think he hard, now he wrapped in white covers
Pulled up to the funeral condolences to his mother
Free Keese, till its backwards, nigga
Ten toes down ain't no actors nigga
Southwest crip, bitch i do this for my brothers
Gang signs out the whip, face covered like a burglar
Money on the books I ain't talking education
Caught a snitch lackin now he on his way to heaven
Bitches set you up, they killed ****** before he graduated
Lil ass goer, tried to f*ck my stick need masturbation
A scholar in the streets, got a PhD in subdivision
Tool split a nigga 1/4 the way the hollows tipped him
Free Keese, you wasn't at the court appearance
And I put that on my mama you niggas ****** like a codefendant
Pro shooter MVP since 2014
Burner on my waist I'm a doctor when they ping me
Nigga you ain't hard and yo hood sound make belief
Southwest, but I'm good no matter where I be
Duffle bag a nigga , you know I had to put the fiends asleep
They killed ***** so when I see em Ima toast em
Campfire when I see em Ima roast em
My ex bitch was a goofy, it's a movie
Niggas fight niggas over bitches I let this drum speak
Never been a shooter, why you talkin like you drill sum
Colt .45 granddaddy taught me how to spill sum
Gave that bitch dick and now she mad I won't cuff her
Said she loved me, that bitch plotted on her brother
I don't know who did it, suicide or it was murder
Broke inside the crib now that nigga forever slumbers
Loyal to my soil, know my roots never covered
Post on the block with a Glock, don't come over
Bro think he hard, now he wrapped in white covers
Pulled up to the funeral condolences to his mother
Free Keese, till its backwards, nigga
Ten toes down ain't no actors nigga
Southwest crip, bitch i do this for my brothers
Gang signs out the whip, face covered like a burglar
Money on the books I ain't talking education
Caught a snitch lackin now he on his way to heaven
Bitches set you up, they killed ****** before he graduated
Lil ass goer, tried to f*ck my stick need masturbation
A scholar in the streets, got a PhD in subdivision
Tool split a nigga 1/4 the way the hollows tipped him
Free Keese, you wasn't at the court appearance
And I put that on my mama you niggas ****** like a codefendant
Writer: Jordan D Mitchell
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC