Keep My Name Out

[King Lil G:]
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 last train
Remember I was with so and so
Fucking all these hoes
Way before the fame
Then I got ready to fuck
Went to look at some packs
I just got rid of hundred
Talking about hundred and stacks
Talking about hundred and stacks
It was 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

[Rittz:]
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

[King Lil G:]
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, on
Funny how they only want you when you gone, hey
Funny how they only really fucking with you when you on