Текст песни Keep It Real - Waka Flocka Flame

FLOCKA!
[Hook 1][x2]
I got money, I got cash
Fuck with Plies nigga that's yo ass
Bricksquad clique we about that cash
Fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass
Fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass
Fuck with fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass
"What up trap trap trap hold the fuck up hold
Up bruh b-buddy like really didn't even listen
To what the fuck I said, ay baby girl put the
Headphones on tighter and turn the volume up
One mo knob, cuz I'm turnt the fuck up FLOCKA!"
Keep it real and don't lie
Smoke blunts till I die
Boy the trap on fire
Hit the J, gone get high
In the trap with hit squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga
Keep it real and don't lie
Smoke blunts till I die
Boy this trap on fire
Puff the J, gone get high
In the trap with hit squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga
Waka Flocka and Rick Ross, boy we so trill
DJ Khaled "mothafucka!", I'm so hood
Me and Ace Hood trappin', sellin' good
Robbery thoughts man I wish a nigga would
Me and Trick Daddy ridin' swervin' in a donk
Blowin' loud kush stankin' like a fucking skunk
Me and Papa Duck parking lot flexin'
Rolling off them beans boy we high like George Jetson
Need a bad bitch so I paged Trina
A ho with ass like Jacki-O, tell me have you seen ha
I got money, I got cash
Fuck with Plies nigga that's yo ass
Bricksquad clique we about that cash
Fuck with Gucci Mane that's yo ass
Keep it real and don't lie
Smoke blunts till I die
Boy the trap on fire
Hit the J, gone get high
In the trap with hit squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga
Keep it real and don't lie
Smoke blunts till I die
Boy this trap on fire
Puff the J, gone get high
In the trap with hit squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga
What's up Murda Mook, what's up Uncle Murda, what's up Maino
Ain't no place I cain't go, G-Unit indo
Yes I'm blowing 50 packs, Lloyd Banks and Yayo
Y'all know y'all my kin folk
Catch me in BX, fucking with Terror Squad
Or better yet in Harlem World fucking with Dipset
You don't want your clique wet so please no disrespect
All I know is quick attack so please no disrespect
Q.U.E.E.N.S. North Jamaica Queens back down to Baisley Projects
Or Westside Merrick, fucking with the towers
Red rain drops on you mother fucking cowards
Family so fucking real
Yes I'm down to fucking kill
I'm about the dollar bill
Tryna see 100 mil
Keep it real and don't lie
Smoke blunts till I die
Boy the trap on fire
Hit the J, gone get high
In the trap with hit squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga
Keep it real and don't lie
Smoke blunts till I die
Boy this trap on fire
Puff the J, gone get high
In the trap with hit squad killers
Signed on the dotted line, the Bricksquad nigga