Intro: Keem Isaiah
Haha
They don’t know nothin’
Haha
Yeah
If you was me my dude
You would probably feel me too (yeah yeah)
If you was me my dude
You would probably feel me too (facts)
Verse 1: Keem Isaiah
If you was me my dude you would probably feel me too
Better yet if you was me, you’d prolly feel you too
They ain’t feelin you, yo groupie love my dudes
You can’t hangout with the crew, if I could only tell you stuff that I’ve been through
Stay silent, keep my mouth close that’s the only rule all my niggas move in silence, they won’t tell you what we do
I just held a Glock 21, pull up white truck zoomin’ through the cars
Chorus: Keem Isaiah
All my stories never told (yeah)
I can never fold ( yeah)
Pull up in a coupe, wonder what it cost ( yeah)
Now a nigga drip, drippin’ In the sauce ( yeah)
You ain’t fuck wit me before, my nigga that’s a lost (yeah)
Verse 2: Keem Isaiah
These niggas claim they next up, I been waitin in line
Man I’m next up, you gonna have to catch up
Gave them dudes the best luck, all my homies switched
Man I gave them dudes the best luck, now they want me [?] than the king why they stress tho
That’s what happens when when you check up, can’t fuck wit hoes til they get they damn check-up
That’s why [?] focused on the paper (yuh)
Before I signed some deals, niggas knew that I was major
Chorus (2x): Keem Isaiah
All my stories never told (yeah)
I can never fold (yeah)
Pull up in a coupe, wonder what it cost (yeah)
Now a nigga drip, drippin in the sauce (yeah)
You ain’t fuck wit me before my nigga that’s a lost( yeah)
Verse 3: Keem Isaiah
Now I’m in LA, about to catch up on a play
Seen a shawty on the way, wanna head over to her place
I don’t got no time to waste, now we sexin in midday
Then I go about my day, I don’t give em time of day
Hype me up, I’m back came [?] from the trap
I ain’t goin back, say I got the right to brag
Humble wit some sacks, I’m a Leo lion mean cat
Jungle where I be at, I’m different and they see that
Chorus(2x): Keem Isaiah
All my stories never told (yeah)
I can never fold (yeah)
Pull up in a coupe, wonder what it cost(yeah)
Now a nigga drip, drippin in the sauce (yeah)
You ain’t fuck wit me before, my nigga that’s a lost (yeah)
Verse 4: Keem Isaiah
We don’t fuck wit y’all
Y’all ain't bout them digits, we don’t wanna meet at all
They claim they team nice, we gone see how hard they ball, yeah
Rakin up the money, like I’m workin our in fall, yeah
Came for the check, I don’t feel they work at all( yeah)
They don’t make em like me at all, yeah
If they need me on a call, yeah
Baby why you call, yeah
In the studio workin hard, yeah
Gettin money all year, [?]
Chorus(2x): Keem Isaiah
All my stories never told (yeah)
I can never fold (yeah)
Pull up in a coupe, wonder what it cost (yeah)
Now a nigga drip, drippin in the sauce (yeah)
You ain’t fuck wit me before my nigga that’s a lost (yeah)