Keep Your Focus

[Intro]
Like, you a bad bitch out here, man, handling your business and shit, bitch
Need to fuck with me, young thug nigga
(Armani, this shit stupid, boy)
Yeah, ghetto than a motherfucker, like, know what I'm saying?
Nigga gon' never judge you for nothing
Just don't judge me, bitch, I'm thugging
Yeah, for real though

[Chorus]
Look, I'ma pick you up with a pound, we can blow this (Yeah)
I'm the realest nigga in this shit, you gotta know this
Know they out here hatin', but you gotta keep your focus
We slidin' in the Benz, we was out here in the Focus
Expressing me her feelings, telling me the shit she been through
Telling me she love me, "I don't wanna see them kill you"
Sending me texts to my phone like, "I miss you"
Like, "Pack your bags, book a flight, I'm 'bout to see you"

[Verse 1]
Baddest in the game, all the bitches know your name
I love you for who you are, I'm prayin' you never change
I'm givin' out respect, hopin' I get the same
You hold your own weight, you knowin' them bitches lame
I'll buy you nice things 'cause I wanna see you happy
Five-star meals, get dressed and I drop the addy (Come on)
She actin' out in public, wasn't raised by her daddy (Nah)
She throw that ass back like she was raised by her granny
I'm on Instagram and I end up on your page
You a superstar, baby girl, you need a stage
She up by my side when they let me out that cage
You ain't gotta worry, you ain't worried 'bout no raids (Nah)
You a boss bitch, let the world know you got it
Walk it like you talk it, let them bitches know you poppin'
Slidin' in the beamer, let them hoes know you got options
I be fuckin' with you even though I know you toxic

[Chorus]
Look, I'ma pick you up with a pound, we can blow this (Yeah)
I'm the realest nigga in this shit, you gotta know this
Know they out here hatin', but you gotta keep your focus
We slidin' in the Benz, we was out here in the Focus
Expressing me her feelings, telling me the shit she been through
Telling me she love me, "I don't wanna see them kill you"
Sending me texts to my phone like, "I miss you"
Like, "Pack your bags, book a flight, I'm 'bout to see you"

[Verse 2]
Told her close friends we be chillin' and she be with me (Yeah)
Told her I'm a Crip, I'm a thug, what she see in me?
We all did some wrong in the past, I guess we'll wait and see
Takin' slow steps in my life to get from A to Z (Huh?)
I respect a bitch that ain't too much on the internet
Take care of business, hit the gym, and go get a check
She off Casamigos, she get freaky, wanna give me neck (Come here)
I'm runnin' red lights and she twerkin' while we in the 'Vette
We do Louis V, Chanel, and Dolce
I sip lean, Dom P, ace of spades, drink rosé
Helped her with her business, her reaction was like, "No way"
I like the way she dress in her sweats on a cold day
I know I been busy, you been workin', I been gone
Just relax, rub my back when a nigga make it home
I know I fucked up in the past, made mistakes, I did wrong
Just always keep your promise, you will never leave me 'lone

[Chorus]
Look, I'ma pick you up with a pound, we can blow this (Yeah)
I'm the realest nigga in this shit, you gotta know this
Know they out here hatin', but you gotta keep your focus
We slidin' in the Benz, we was out here in the Focus
Expressing me her feelings, telling me the shit she been through
Telling me she love me, "I don't wanna see them kill you"
Sending me texts to my phone like, "I miss you"
Like, "Pack your bags, book a flight, I'm 'bout to see you"