Keep My Name Out - King Lil G, Rittz

You better tell them that I need that

Better tell them that I need four pounds and a weed sack

On the phone, don’t repeat that

Middle finger to these internet thugs on the keypad

Bitch, I’m feeling like I’m leaving earth

Took some money out my mother’s purse

That’s the day I knew I was cursed

Thinking about it, man I’m feeling worse

Number one, I never finish last

Gang member getting all the cash

Under pressure, and I never fold

Got stories that I never told

Bitch, I’ve been gang, gang, gang, gang

Little homies, you on the late train

Remember I was with so and so

Fucking all these hoes

Way before the fame

Then I got rid of a bucket

Went to look at some packs

I just got rid of a hundred

Talking about hundred and stacks

Talking about hundred and stacks

It was a hundred in fact

Keep my name out of your mouth

Cause the most of time you don’t know what you talking about

I got some money you can count

If you need something to do

Keep my name out of your mouth

Cause the most of time you don’t know what you fucking talking about

I got some money you can count

If you need something to do, hey

Keep taking shots at me, all you do bicker on that backboard

(Dawg, we don’t play the shit)

All you ever do is sit talking shit when you get behind a laptop

(Internet gangster)

Internet bank though, I be pulling out the West Fargo

(You don’t even have no account)

Over there got a card, doesn’t bounce

It’s an American Express, guess the limit is I could spend

(It ain’t got no amount)

I could buy a bland new Y8 off the lot right now

(Homie, save that shit)

Believe when I seeing these shit, jump off of them bars

(Shit, I’m riding in that MayBach bitch)

Or a MayBack probably getting graveyard down of these Alano

(Homie, this is west side shit)

I got three side G throwing piece sign to my main hoe, I got women yelling

(Peace out bitch)

Clean outfit (Check)

New Gucci Vs (Check)

Want to hit the weed (Yeah)

I was out and dealing with the homies (What you bring back)

Shit, I had to bring wax (I know you got the powder)

Got the strip wrap (Want to flip this shit)

Hell nah, it’s Felicia, we can hit the white folks spot

Want to see a fine, dine piece, get her coat throat, we can both fuck as she

call (I don’t call amnesia)

We the OGs of professional

When I’m fucking your lady, it’s feeling sexual

No connection, she just gave me head

And grooling all over the bland new leather sectional

I’m on the West River, King Lil G see a bunch of little me’s, better tell them

that it’s nothing for this shit

Let the upper deck of a 747 jet, me and G made the bag, how much fifty we can

get, yeahuh

Keep my name out of your mouth

Cause the most of time you don’t know what you talking about

I got some money you can count

If you need something to do

Keep my name out of your mouth

Cause the most of time you don’t know what you fucking talking about

I got some money you can count

If you need something to do

Funny how they only really want you when you gone, when you gone

Funny how they only really fucking with you when you on, onnn

Funny how they only want you when you gone, hey

Funny how they only really fucking with you when you on