IDK – Keto

Download another hot new clean Vinyl LP mp3 free audio song by IDK and this amazing music is titled “Keto”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his recently Released album which is titled ‘USEE4YOURSELF”.

 

 

 

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Lyrics

[Intro: IDK]

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 nigga life

He might hit you with the right

He might take a nigga life

 

[Verse 1: IDK]

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 fuck who you are, who you is

Yessir, it’s going down like New York metro

These niggas 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

 

[Chorus: City Rominiecki & IDK]

Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit

In the club, fuckin’ bread up on some keto shit

Said I used to play the background on some Tito shit

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 nigga life

He might hit you with the right

He might take a nigga life

 

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]

Paper-talkin’ and speakin’ (Yeah)

Playin’ dirty, this bitch is cheatin’ (Cheatin’)

Try and set a nigga up again (Again)

I’ll light this bitch up with a ten (Ten, ten)

Put the cash in the bag, I need it (Need it)

Hit a nigga 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’ nigga to roadkill (Roadkill)

Pockets fat, they overwhelmed (Yeah)

All the bad bitches come over here (Ah)

All the bad bitches—

All the bad bitches come over here

All the bad bitches—

All the bad bitches come over here

 

[Verse 3: Rico Nasty & City Rominiecki]

Yeah, don’t put it past me

I gave you my number, it was really a tax-free

You be where the pussy is, I be where the cash be

I be where the check be, that’s why they be checkin’

I’m makin’ all this pussy, bitches can’t intercept me

You make a nigga 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 fuck

 

[Chorus: City Rominiecki & IDK]

Don’t start no shit, won’t be no shit

In the club, fuckin’ bread up on some keto shit

Said I used to play the background on some Tito shit

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 nigga life

He might hit you with the right

He might take my stepfather li—

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