Keep 'Em Guessin'
(Intro:)
Mmhhmm
Im keepin motherfuckers guessin
Thats right
(Verse 1:)
Its a blessing so let me speak and teach a lesson
I run deep and freak on streets, I keep em guessin
Im flexin when I hit the Hennessy
Then I see the enemy
Pretender think that he know my identity
But nigga thats a penalty so here we go again
You think you know what Im foldin
Cause what Im rollin in
Well I dont give a fuck nigga I was in the cut
While you was up at my spot tryin to peep what I got
Why not bust a shot when I was ridin you was mad
And see me in the bucket and thought I was doin bad
Thinkin that I was broke but you can peep and goin wonder
But little did you know that I was creepin on the under
Goin yonder now you dumber cause your number has been pulled
You fool cause that shit you thought you knew was bull
At this beef where you at see Im speakin the facts
So forget that chit-chat cause its deeper than that
And Im keepin a Gat and let my Tecs blast quick
So why the fuck you sittin back stressin of the next mans shit
Cause Im the fuckin one and only
And you busters cant get on me
Youre in danger you dont know me
Im a stranger not your homie
You know fuck yall dont know about me
But check it out
(Chorus:)
Run up on this fool and get your head split
And if you don't know
You better ask somebody youd better ask somebody
Thats right
Niggas wanna trip Im hard to the bone
They all on my dick so lets get it goin on
(Verse 2:)
Dressed up in these street clothes
Im ready to beat hos this game is lethal
Im sellin rocks tryin to move up to sellin kilos
But these hoes and negros
Be tryin to stop my progress
But when youre in my way
Yous just the victim Ima rob next
And its a terrible thang I gotta fuck up your crew
And have you goin thru unbearable pain
Im in the game and they claim that Im on the run
I own a gun 16 shots bust up on this one
Yeah motherfuckers Im the one
With beats from the streets
So dont talk that shit and be scared to come to me
I know them punk ass niggas be jockin my flows
But when I turn my back they just yap like some gossippin hoes
I guess I aint got no true friends but I got a few wins
To pay for paint and put this AMGs on my new Benz
Them jealous niggas steady guessin and wonderin
Tryin to catch up but stuck stressin and wonderin
Im never stumblin just bundlin up my cash
I gotta last so I dont give a fuck to blast
My mind be havin sinister thoughts
I guess its because I always mug when the ministers talk
Im heavy-weightin capable to breakin a fools neck
So quit tryin to figure out what this nigga gon do next
(Chorus:)
(Verse 3:)
I aint sleepin Im just creepin
I just lurks in the dark Im that nigga Ant Banks
With beats burps and them farts
But niggas wanna start flashin and trippin on my lifestyle
Cause Im makin cash and they ass stuck up on a pipe now
I write down facts so the saps think that Im dissin
But listen guess this is just an addiction for non-fiction
And niggas break on the tracks and fat tapes
That Max makes so homie wait and get your fact straight
But act fake and end up bendin from back brakes
A busted head, a broken leg and a cracked face
I cant let him live
Crashed up his ribs with my body blows
I got him froze tremblin cold with his snotty nose
You chose not to have a hustle now you desirin mines
Tryin to find out my mix but I got those clips for inquirin minds
Them tirin lines Im hearin aint phasin me
I was raised a G and thats what Im paid to be
So fuck them suckers with them false accusations
Lookin for my location tryin to stop my operation
You wastin time cause a Nine is my protection
Get off my dick flexin and keep on guessin
Nigga, you know what Im sayin
You cant fuck with this here
(Chorus:)
(Outro:)
Like that there
Keep these motherfuckers guessin
From 9-5 til infinity nigga
Stay off my motherfuckin dick
Peace out