Gucci Mane - Kept Back lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump] Huh, It's Gucci Ooh Huh, Wop, whah Lil Pump Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow M-M-M-Murda [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dance Too turnt up, can't help that sh**tin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back b**h so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss b**h, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the don, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending [Verse 1: Lil Pump] Got a lot of ice on my neck man Damn man, hundred bands hangin' on my backpack Wrist so cold need a ice pack Put four hundred bands in the mic stand Woke up in the morning, bought a Maybach Ooh, I'ma go do what I want to do Got your baby mama, n***a tokin' out the sunroof Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't f** with you 'Cause you got an attitude You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo) I'ma go and f** your b**h tomor-row Gucci loafers on when I walk, dough Lil Pump smash your main ho (wow) And she gon' do what I say so I'ma show you how I live life, ooh Made two mil in one night Whole body covered in ice Pourin' up fours in my Tropical Sprite [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dance Too turnt up, can't help that sh**tin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back b**h so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss b**h, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the don, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] n***a keep missin' with the music Baby you a human jacuzzi I'ma twist a b**h like a rubix I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci) I'ma put a b**h in a movie, p**no Rockstar couple, Cher, Bono Rock star my life, Muliano Pull up, ten bricks of that Nelly Furtado El Gato's down in The Hamptons My b**h with blue hair, Marge Simpson Pull up with the driver in a Phantom Pinky ring sick, it got cancer I was just sellin' dope on camera Now I got my own shoe like the Answer Might pull up throw some money on a dancer Had to tip my earrings 'cause they dancin' [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Murda on the beat with the murder man Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand Steppin' on his dope like a step dance Too turnt up, can't help that sh**tin' on a hater no Ex-Lax Watch so dumb it got kept back b**h so thick, she can't help that 'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag Need a real boss b**h, I can't help that And her brain so dumb we got kept back Just flew in designer to the bookbag Tell her needed something real good to look at Booty so big it got kept back Pull up in the don, let the roof back Don't tell me that you love me, baby prove that Chain keep flickin' and the gang keeps spending