Gudda Mane Streetz - Keep It Gudda Lyrics

Okay I Pull up to the party, all the baddies saw me

Freshest nigga in the party I was catching her stare
Laid back, im a kool fella I ain't all in her ear
She standing on the other side but she rather be here
Had to cut ties wit a few bitches they be actin so weird
Solid nigga im 100 i don't fit in your square
You the type to talk about it and never was there
Hoe, Doom
These niggas phoney they actors, now he a bitch he a actress, I hid some bands in the mattress, I had the trap doin blackflips
Im a 90s baby said f*ck the 80s all of them niggas was taxing
I was the nigga that jacked em
Jack boy jack boy
Head shot clap boy
It won't be no one on ones
You won't make it back boy
Trauma unit gotta stitch em up
Defibrillator can't lift em up
I told my family when I make a million
That's gon' really be a gift to us
Running it up I just hope I don't crash
I'm In love wit designer and poppin the tags
She showed me loyal I bought her a bag!
These Niggas broke these niggas mad
Too bad shit is sad
You the reason for your downfall just Look who you got around dog
I can't be f*ckin wit niggas
I can't be loving these bitches
Wait
Niggas be telling and bitches be stretching
I make the rules I make the settings
We just be f*ckin won't be no wedding
Newww Yorkkk you kno that I'm repping
I don't care about ya punchlines, send a hit and its drum line, all my hittas on the front line
I'm the one they can't outshine
Wait
That's why they mad,
That's why they bitter
I'm going strong,
I'm gettin bigger
Run up the money, run up the figures

I never listen to niggas

They just be talkin

Mouth full of cap

Oh that's how it's done Well show me the sack
Paper chaser,

I keep it Gudda,
I Keep It Gudda,
I keep it Gudda that's word to my mother
I keep it Gudda