Paroles: Rasaq. Keep It Gutta.

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[Rasaq Talking:]
Royal Green Boy We Up In Here Mayne Aye

[Rasaq:]
Got To Keep It Gutta When I Sit On Peanut Butter
Rubber Handle On My Pistol Make A Pussy Wanna Stutter
Put A Buster In A Puddle If He Looking For Some Trouble
Yall Boys Tryna Make That Money We Just Tryna Make It Double (ching ching)
If You Tripping Off That Drama (puuu) Spit At You Like Lamas
For Dem O's And Dem Commas Leave You Crying With Your Momma
If You Wanna Do Me In Then You Better Come And Find Us
In This Jungle We The Hyenas
And Nigga That's A Promise
We Eating On These Streets Bringing Heat Up On These Beats
I Got Carrots In My Teeth Like I'm Eating At A Fleece
Hollard At Big Roy Cause That Boy Is A Beast
We Kill Niggas In The Booth Till Yall Fakers Is Decease
Nigga I'm So Gutta I Could Do This Every Week
Man I Gotta Keep It Street Cause We Knowing That You Weak
Hit You With the Heat And We Know You Finna Leak
Yow Was Talking To The Feds And We Know You Finna Speak
(Finna Speak)
We Don't Police (Nah) We Just Roll Leaf
Might Pour A Four Pull The Heater If It's Beef
We Gonna Take The Cheese If It's Even In Our Reach
R.A.T.'s Gettin R.I.P. Peace Aye Aye

[Hook:]
Im A Keep It Gutta You Don't Like What I Do
It's Cause You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You
My Wrist Like Bling And My Grill Like Blue
Man You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You Boy
Im A Keep It Gutta You Don't Like What I Do
It's Cause You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You
My Wrist Like Bling And My Grill Like Blue
Man You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You

[Big Roy:]
I Got That Automatic If You Fakers Want Some Static
Pull Up On Your Driver Side And Let Your Hoe Ass Have It
For That Stash In Your Matress I Bury You With The Cactus
Bullzie On Your Fade You'll Make Good Target Practice
The 44 Is What I'm Packing I'm Never Ever Slacking
The Silencer On The Magnum Expose Your Brain Fragment
You Never Hear No Capping From The Lucky Block Captain
Im Big Roy I Give The Word And My Soldiers Make It Happen
Lights Camer Action, My 45th Is Blasting
Mother Fuck This Rapping We Get Straight To Scrappin
Or Bullets Could Hit Your Back In
Cowards Thinking I'm Strackin I Could Level The City Block
With This Shit That I'm Packing
Rasaq In A Block Vet We About To Make It Happen
Disrespect My Team Your Ass Could Get Flattened
We Don't Need Ya'll Applause Cause We Do The Clapping
Reminiscing In My Load Of The Days I Was Trapping
North Side Of Houston My Set Is The Throwdest
Give Us A Few Months And We Gonna Control This
I Got Mouths To Feed So Im A Stay Focuse
Unload My Clip On You Bitch Ass Roaches

[Hook:]
Im A Keep It Gutta You Don't Like What I Do
It's Cause You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You
My Wrist Like Bling And My Grill Like Blue
Man You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You Boy
Im A Keep It Gutta You Don't Like What I Do
It's Cause You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You
My Wrist Like Bling And My Grill Like Blue
Man You Not Like Me And I'm Not Like You

[Rasaq:]
Boys Talking Trash Till They See That Choppa Blast
I Pop Em Out My Slab Better Drop Your Body Mass
All You Seen Was 24's Black Tint And Black Glass
And My Wheels In Your View Spinning In A Backlash
Boys Getting Mad Cause They See Me Getting Cash
Running Up On My Big Body Put Your Body In A Bag
If It Aint About The Money I Aint Tryna Do The Math (Nah)
Cause Some Niggas In My Future Wanna Put Me In My Past
I Be Swimming With The Sharks But I'm Living With The Crabs
I Got Hollows In The Mag And They Can't Wait Till Play Tag
How Did I Do It Niggas Shouldn't Even Ask
I Put That Money On The Table And My Patner Put In Half (We're The Cash)
Grip On The Game I Could Feel It In My Grab
Dip On Dem Thangs Leather Felling On My Ass
If You Wanna Keep Up Boys Better Ofen Class
Cause My E-Class Go Vum Vum When It Past By Ya'll Boy


(Thanks to Terence for these lyrics)