Correction Lyrics Keto by IDK

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I think he might ask for the cash in exchange for the clash
That's right (Right, right)
If I hit CashApp, press send, okay on the bag
It's on sight (Sight, sight)
He might hit you with the right
He might take a n***a life
He might hit you with the right
He might take a n***a life

He might walk down with a stick
Get you outside when he see where you live
Get you inside, by the baby, by the crib
He don't give a f**k who you are, who you is
Yessir, it's going down like New York metro
These n***as want gas, he got that petrol
So please don't slack 'cause he got that dress code
And if you wanna stop he gon' 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 drops
Set dead, no alive, so he already got blocked
Already hot, feds looking for a drop
But nobody tell 'cause the hood shell-shocked
Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
In the club, f**kin' bread up on some keto sh*t
Said I used to play the background on some Tito sh*t
Now I'm the one that take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a n***a life
He might hit you with the right
He might take a n***a life

Paper-talkin' and speakin' (Yeah)
Playin' dirty, this b*t*h is cheatin' (Cheatin')
Try and set a n***a up again (Again)
I'll light this b*t*h up with a ten (Ten, ten)
Put the cash in the bag, I need it (Need it)
Hit a n***a with the right-left either (Boom)
Sin City, rockin' Jesus pieces (Pieces)
On top, it's the way I see it (I see it)
Club pay for my drink, don't spill
Turn a lil' n***a to roadkill (Roadkill)
Pockets fat, they overwhelmed (Yeah)
All the bad b*t*hes come over here (Ah)
All the bad b*t*hes—
All the bad b*t*hes come over here
All the bad b*t*hes—
All the bad b*t*hes 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 pu**y is, I be where the cash be
I be where the check be, that's why they be checkin'
I'm makin' all this pu**y, b*t*hes can't intercept me
You make a n***a 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 never gave a f**k

Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t
In the club, f**kin' bread up on some keto sh*t
Said I used to play the background on some Tito sh*t
Now I'm the one that take the shot and you know he don't miss
He might hit you with the right
He might take a n***a life
He might hit you with the right
He might take my stepfather li—

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