Chief Keef - Keke Palmer lyrics

[Intro] Catch up, lets get it! (Huh? Huh?) [Hook] I know she gon’ let me hit it I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it Blue book on me, yeah it’s written Don’t mind me I’m just making these decisions I walk in the rolls, with my llama You don’t want nothing n***a, so proceed to drama Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer [Verse 1] I walk up in the spot fresher than a damn Islamic It’s a bird, it’s a plane, nah n***a it’s a comet Uhh-Uhh-Uhh-Uhh I’m slidin’ in that vomit Smoking on this strong pack feelin’ real atomic Pa** the blue thang my nickname is Sonic I just left Saks now I’m pulling up to Sonic Tryna get on forbes cause they label me a convict Slide the gear over you won’t see a n***a comin’ Cause Tadoe we on sh** and we seeing how you bummin’ Ion f** with you boa you seeing how I’m turnin’ Cops on the side and they seeing how I’m burning This b**h fast yeah they seeing how I’m lunging [Hook] I know she gon’ let me hit it I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it Blue book on me, yeah it’s written Don’t mind me I’m just making these decisions I walk in the rolls, with my llama You don’t want nothing n***a, so proceed to drama Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer [Verse 2] 200, so the cops pulled us over Ion know if I’m high or I’m sober Twin stickies, but this not Minnesota Actin’ a a** got the car bending over Shawty send me roses and lotuses Please don’t get them lame boys involved with this Hopped on yo sh** and k** it, like “who song is this?” All up in my DM, man “who mom is this?” Walk up in yo spot, you know we running it (mmhmm, mhmm) Sack you in our touchdown, we loading it Ice on, don’t know no n***a cold as this (sosa, blick! blick!) I won’t miss the shot, I don’t need no a**ist [Hook] I know she gon’ let me hit it I do it later on, because you know I gotta get it Blue book on me, yeah it’s written Don’t mind me I’m just making these decisions I walk in the rolls, with my llama You don’t want nothing n***a, so proceed to drama Wrist looking colder than the Yonkers Black thang sliding in the car call up Keke Palmer