Keisha & Becky (Remix)

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Like baby, stop it
Everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)
Fit like ten bags in AMIRI pockets (Racks)
I love this shit, I can't stop it
Baby arch your back and slide on it
Try hit chest, necks, belly or back
Manna big man, twenty racks on tax
Very sexy yelly Steffy (Bullet)
Baby, shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)
Don't have sex without condoms (Nah)
Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)
I don't pipe your girl, that's my don-don
Very selective, select it corn, eject it
The way he ran off, he meant it (gone)

Yo
Both hands on the back when I tap it
Grab it and slap it, Becky a savage
Let me show you a magic trick
You can have this dick after that man vanish
(Two MILFs) Two MILFs in a whip
Bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage
This baby face an advantage
Man still show a big girl what a man is
Giving my screw face, she caught me staring
What you expect when your skirts so short?
Out here twerking, gone past caring
She went out cheating, the girl got caught
Stepped in the place all shiny
I don't have a chain man, glow when I walk
Don't phone if you're wasting my time
Got me changing my line 'cause I don't wanna talk

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

How many Ls did I take this year
And how many times did I buck your chicky?
Had a cap on my head like 50 when I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky
And I didn't wanna holler at Becky so I went Brighton and hollered at Britney
And how many chicks did I swipe? Top of my head, I think about fifty
And I don't really wanna hear nonsense
Man sent one text to your female, now the bad B come looking like custard
Slim ting with the back come DL
Give her back shot 2-2, now she loved it
And the ting come quick like an e-mail
make bell don, got brain and he cuffed it
JAY bun up the place like a mosh pit
Viral, now I got fans in Boston
2-step to the dance all saucy, one gun lean, man did it like Russ did
And everybody wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up likkle man, stop it
Bad B from kway called Lisa, ship them wanna take wood cah I'm popping

Every day I give thanks for the blessings
But I repent for numerous cheffings
If you saw the way that I kweffed him, man I weren't shocked that his brethren left him
Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting for my broski inside for some bootins
Man I'm boasy, spent racks on a Cuban
All my light skins, brown skins, they all cute tings
Man, I love to go west, spend figures
Then I go home, eat bariis and hilib
African girl arch back, I wan' hit it
Pounded yam with okra or spinach
Snapchat Camden boy, your whole image
White girl, soul food
Gaucho, Nobu
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

JS, JS
They ain't made for this shit, they're soft
I don't feel your verse, put it last
All these man wanna talk about drill, they do drill rap, I ain't got no heart
All the things man's seen and done in the field
Nigga, you won't know the half
And bro told me he just done that bate so now he's in a petrol bath
Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off
Before I back it, they run off
Hit that once, she can't be my lover
HMP so free up my brother
Ambush, I got my block jumpy, jumpy
Gyal on me, man they love me
Two gyal, who's holding this brucky?
Oh my God, look at that bumsy

(Nine nine nine)
See my guy got bagged for the chinging
The grind don't stop so we see this dough
I told bro just slap it in reverse with a petrol can and burn them clothes
(get back)
A9 got caught with a grub, oh my, so it's looking like 2, do 1
And I pray on my life that I ride in front of the jakes or the whole tings done
B-b-big up my chocolate darling
True say that she lost the plot
Doing up, doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek, yeah she whips that pot
My bro just rid in a 'am, take that to the OT spot
And I was 15
When we had the whole 9 block looking like Wizard of Oz
See, back the beef, you get got
G9 side, we're on top, B
Becky come and then slop
Me and Keisha mad 'cause she's on me
Back the beef, you get got
G9 side, we're on top
B-Becky come and then slop
Me and Keisha mad

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off
Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off
Free up, free up that number
Oh my God, look at that bumper
Wha' de bomba?
Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane
Very sexy, Keisha, Becky