Kept Back Lyrics - Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Pump] 

Huh, It's Gucci 

Ooh 

Huh, Wop, whah 

Lil Pump 

Brr, yeah, blah, oh, blow 

M-M-M-Murda 

Murda on the beat with the murder man 

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand 

Steppin' on his dope like a step dad 

Too turnt up, can't help that 

Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax 

Watch so dumb it got kept back 

Bitch so thick, she can't help that 

'Cause she living out the jet, got jet-lag 

Need a real boss bitch, 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 

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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, nigga tokin' out the sunroof 

Damn boo, I'ma keep it real, I don't fuck with you 

'Cause you got an attitude 

You cashed out on a Bentley Coupe (woo) 

I'ma go and fuck your bitch 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 

Murda on the beat with the murder man 

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand 

Steppin' on his dope like a step dad 

Too turnt up, can't help that 

Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax 

Watch so dumb it got kept back 

Bitch so thick, she can't help that 

'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag 

Need a real boss bitch, 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 

Nigga keep missin' with the music 

Baby you a human jacuzzi 

I'ma twist a bitch like a rubix 

I might turn my book into a movie (Gucci) 

I'ma put a bitch in a movie, porno 

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 bitch 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' 

Murda on the beat with the murder man 

Ben Simmons shake 'em with the left hand 

Steppin' on his dope like a step dad 

Too turnt up, can't help that 

Shittin' on a hater no Ex-Lax 

Watch so dumb it got kept back 

Bitch so thick, she can't help that 

'Cause she livin' out the jet, got jet-lag 

Need a real boss bitch, 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