YUNG KEETA MERCH🤬

[Chorus]
I might pop a perc
I won't let 'em kill me I'ma go and kill 'em first, yeah
Lockhart thinks the gang you try the boys you gon get merked, yeah
Walking with them demons come around you go to church
Now his face on my shirt, I call that yung keeta merch
Talk down on the gang but we trying get 'em cursed
Yeah we gon' plant that boy in the ground, in the earth
If you keep on talkin' down we gon' put you in the dirt
And I ain't gon' make a sound, little boy I'm on alert

[Verse]
Bad bitch I'ma flirt
I'm like "Ayo what's the word"
She said "Keeta you a jerk"
And yo' boy gon' need a nurse
We gon' put him in a what?
We gon' put him in a hearse
I got drank on me
Loud gas, yеah I got it, my tank ain't on E
Countin' blues, countin' blues, Ben Frank on mе
And you need to social distance 'cause you stank homie, yeah
Okay turn me up
You think that you're winnin' sorry, bro you outta luck, yeah
New opp pack and it's tastin' like some Runtz
I can't even run, 'cause I messed up my lungs
They like "Why he so good, and he still is so young?"
Yeah, fifteen got 'em stunned
Yeah, uh ay, talkin' down I pull up with this gun
Wait, you think that we bad are you drunk?
Okay, finna eat it like some lunch

[Chorus]
I might pop a perc
I won't let 'em kill me I'ma go and kill 'em first, yeah
Lockhart thinks the gang you try the boys you gon get merked, yeah
Walking with them demons come around you go to church
Now his face on my shirt, I call that yung keeta merch
Talk down on the gang but we trying get 'em cursed
Yeah we gon' plant that boy in the ground, in the earth
If you keep on talkin' down we gon' put you in the dirt
And I ain't gon' make a sound, little boy I'm on alert