LYRIC
Keep on Gettin It Lyrics by Real Boston Richey, from the album “Welcome To Bubba Land“, music has been produced by Mac Fly, and Keep on Gettin It song lyrics are penned down by Real Boston Richey & Mac Fly.
Keep on Gettin It Lyrics
Uh, turn me up, P
Uh, Richey
Uh, uh, uh
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my ni**a Doe, baow)
Uh, uh
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
Over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these ni**as bitches
Ni**as still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I’ll let her ni**a buy her nails and hair, I’ll go buy a pendant
f*ck with all the DJs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
But I’m turned up, ni**a ain’t never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that bitch gon’ listen
I DM the bitch to take her out of town, I bet your bitch go missin’
A ten-year run, I was a young ni**a out hеre trappin’ midget
I feel like I got a magic wand, I been out trickin’ bitchеs
I feel like the 50 Boyz ’cause in my britches, ni**a, I can fit a fifty
Might have to cross a ni**a out I love ’cause ni**as ain’t even with me
Me and that young bitch always fightin’ just like Bobby and Whitney
She gon’ eat that dick up good, I bought that Pink Whitney
She done f*cked me and my brother, that bitch you seen with me
They heard I ran up seven M’s, tell f*ck ni**as, “Come and get me”
My ni**a shoot the shit out a ni**a, I got that plumber with me
These ni**as be doin’ all that Tweetin’, but ni**as ain’t f*ckin’ with me
We started off a hundred deep, ain’t none of them ni**as with me
I know I f*cked her good ’cause all of my ex bitches miss me
These ni**as be cappin’ when they say, “No cap,” like, “No kizzy”
I’m only givin’ a ni**a a Bubba chain who roll with me
I’m talkin’ ’bout same ni**as who post up at the store with me
Went against the whole hood, we only had like four semis
I’m only like five foot and a couple inches with four bitches
I’m ‘posed to have a ticket, ni**a, I ain’t see like no mentions
Can’t let him hold the strap, it went down, he done froze with it
Every time I make another hundred, I get more bitches
I f*ck that bitch up off that Henny, got control in it
“Why your car so tinted out?” ‘Cause I got ‘bows in it
You know I f*ck with Herbo and them ’cause I got no limits
My heart too froze, baby, that’s why I be cold pimpin’
My backdoor closed, baby, I ain’t doin’ no slippin’
We’ll wipe your nose, baby, we ain’t doin’ no trippin’
We got them ‘bows, baby, but we ain’t doin’ no shippin’
She say she f*ck me better, these hoes ain’t no different
I ain’t sold a zip in a year
Big old diamonds in my ear
Make them packages disappear
She got piercings on her lip
I’m out here thuggin’ with the dips
I rock Chane-ne for the Crips
I f*cked this bitch up off the rip
Yeah, yeah
Crackers tryna swing the block, but we keep on gettin’ it
Over here, we ain’t got no opps ’cause these ni**as bitches
Ni**as still hate me over there, tryna knock me off my pivot
I’ll let her ni**a buy her nails and hair, I’ll go buy a pendant
f*ck with all the DJs that’s gon’ keep me spinnin’
But I’m turned up, ni**a ain’t never been a coalition
Half a ticket on me right now, I bet that bitch gon’ listen
I DM the bitch to take her out of town, I bet your bitch go missin’
SONG INFO:
Song: Keep on Gettin It
Artist: Real Boston Richey
Album: Welcome To Bubba Land (2023)
Music: Mac Fly
Lyrics: Real Boston Richey & Mac Fly
