Karaoké range brothers Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar

Bad bitch pardon me

I say What's up

Educated so I put her in the cut

I need a girlfriend

I need a girlfriend

Two hoes and I think

I did too much

I got two phones and I don't know who to trust

I need a girlfriend

I need a girlfriend

Put that girl in Louis

Introduce her to my humor

It's a lot of bitches that I sent home in an Uber

I high-profile niggas in my circle dodgin' rumors

I been tucked away dodgin' blood-suckin' maneuvers

Huh okay just say you not ready

Okay okay comin' in heavy

Okay they ain't in shape, I'm petty

Okay okay

Okay y'all be on E, unleaded

Okay okay hold the confetti

Okay okay just say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes

You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it

You ain't stand up on your word then you's a fool

They're not chea, they're not chea

They're not bool

I be wanna see me whole gang on TV, PG my Rollie

Turnin' down top from the tall bitches that remind me of the old days

Sneakin' in hoes with the backstage pass

What they all in huh for the poet huh

I'm a young poetic nigga

I just go at it nigga

I'm a ho at it nigga

You could ask my mama

We poetic nigga

I was raised in the projects

We could go at it nigga

I can't waste no time on a co-edded nigga

Bro code, me and Dave count through seven figures

Raised around bottles and dope fiends

On a high seat since the day

I turned sixteen

Seven-forty-seven

I'm starin' at plane wings

I'm prayin' the Lord's seen

Grandma prayin' for me ayy

Okay just say you not ready

Okay okay comin' in heavy

Okay they ain't in shape, I'm petty

Okay okay

Okay y'all be on E, unleaded

Okay okay hold the confetti

Okay okay just say you not ready

They wanna bite the hand that try to feed them, prudes

You cannot hide behind the shades, I see right through it

You ain't stand up on your word then you's a fool

They're not chea, they're not chea

They're not bool

Everybody wanna be great but the work don't relate and the life be mistakin' the truth

Nigga I remember bankin' with Chase like four-hundred K

Starin' at it

I ain't know what to do nigga

Now I look at money like a resource

Every contract gotta put my kid's family in school

Health and wealth

Goin' deep for it

Do right for my next life

Let me get some too

I remember roaches

Mama lost focus

I was at home, no lights, no food

Heard that the joke is

Hykeem broke and head to the ground when I walk in school

Goin' through the motions

Mad impulsive

Granny I won't abide by the rules

I shall reside with advisers

Fuck that Booman to boom

Let me get some too

Life ain't always about your name in they mouth and the cars and the clothes and the jewels

Every lil' bitch that's born lookin' like soft porn only meant for your ego to bruise

Bet when the hoes get bored and the points ain't score

You gon' live in this world confused

Every day the hate restored and the faith get short

Fuck that let me get some too

Nigga my livelihood was understood that the roof I'm in not bool

Nigga the shoes I fill are huge

Keem wanna share that ho

Bro move

Nigga wanna fake sneak diss 'cos I fucked his bitch in a black hatchback

I front in the pics when the heart don't match

Take care of the kids

Gotta go where they at ayy

Hold on

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit, let's hmm

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Hold on

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit, let's hmm

Like what these niggas on like

Ain't shit changed

Still fuckin' and rappin'

Two bad bitches here

Cartier glasses huh

Her friend got pornography habits

Rollie gang, Rollie gang

Rollie gang

PGLang fool

Hundred thousand on her

She know she gang

She's hot

Rover gang, Rover gang

Rover gang

Rover gang

Range brothers out the roof

We're not the Wayans

We're not the Wayans

Bitch I hate to tell the truth

We're not the same

He's Baby Keem

I'm with my Rover brother and we're runnin' game

A Range Rover

Whippin' rubber bands on the meatloaf

Overseas, tidy up for me 'fore I get home

Take one, take two

Take three, heave it

Stop hidin' comments under your sleeve

Nigga believe it

Why your boyfriend keep on lookin' for me

Is he Jesus

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit, let's hmm

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Top of the mornin'

Hold on

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit

Let's get this shit, let's hmm