Lyrics Keto - IDK
I
think
he
might
ask
for
the
cash
in
exchange
for
the
clash
That's
right
If
I
hit
cash
app,
press
send,
okay
on
the
bag
It's
on
sight
He
might
hit
you
with
the
right
He
might
take
a
nigga
life
He
might
hit
you
with
the
right
He
might
take
a
nigga
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
fuck
who
you
are,
who
you
is
Yes
sir,
it's
going
down
like
New
York
metro
These
niggas
want
gas,
he
got
that
petrol
So
please
don't
slack
'cause
he
got
that
dress
code
And
if
you
want
to
stop
he
gotta
bring
that,
let's
go
Green
light
Creep
with
it,
creep
with
it,
creep
with
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
shit,
won't
be
no
shit
At
the
club
fuckin'
bread
up
on
some
Keto
shit
Said
I
used
to
play
the
background
on
some
Tito
shit
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
(Well
alright)
He
might,
take
a
nigga
life
(Well
alright)
He
might,
hit
you
with
the
right
(Well
alright)
He
might,
take
a
nigga
life
Paper
talkin'
and
speakin'
Playin'
dirty,
this
bitch
is
cheatin'
Tryna
set
a
nigga
up
again
I'll
light
this
bitch
up
with
a
ten
Put
the
cash
in
the
bag,
I
need
it
Hit
a
nigga
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
nigga
to
roadkill
Pockets
fat,
they
overwhelmed
All
the
bad
bitches
come
over
here
All
the
bad
bitches
All
the
bad
bitches
come
over
here
All
the
bad
bitches
All
the
bad
bitches
come
over
here
Yeah,
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
makin'
all
these
plays,
these
bitches
can't
intercept
me
(You
make
a
nigga
think
he
got
it)
But
I'm
really
pretending
Yeah,
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
fuck
Don't
start
no
shit,
won't
be
no
shit
At
the
club,
fuckin'
bread
up
on
some
Keto
shit
Said
I
used
to
play
the
background
on
some
Tito
shit
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
(Well
alright)
He
might
take
a
nigga
life
(Well
alright)
He
might
hit
you
with
the
right
(Well
alright)
He
might
take
my
step
father
li-
1 Red
2 Puerto Rico
3 Temporary Love
4 10 Feet
5 Keto
6 Hey Auntie
7 Cry in Church
8 3018091821 (Instrumental)
9 Santa Monica Blvd (Instrumental)
10 Dogs Don't Lie (Instrumental)
11 Truth (Instrumental)
12 PradadaBang (Instrumental)
13 Shoot My Shot (Instrumental)
14 Red (Instrumental)
15 Jelly (Instrumental)
16 Puerto Rico (Instrumental)
17 Temporary Love (Instrumental)
18 10 Feet (Instrumental)
19 Keto (Instrumental)
20 1995 (Instrumental)
21 Peloton (Instrumental)
22 Hey Auntie (Instrumental)
23 Cry in Church (Instrumental)
24 Closure (Instrumental)
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