Keep It Thoro lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, y'all n*ggas killers now—oh, word?
Catch you coming out your f*cking crib, n*gga
Yeah, catch a f*cking bullet, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four-wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mils
Tour the album, only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now, it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign deals only if the math is real
If we can't match numbers, then you can't have the Head n*gga In Charge and sh*t
Live-n*gga-rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt n*ggas like poltergeist
My advice, 'fore you get like that, is think twice
Before you move on it, put jewels on it, who want it?
Loose n*ggas make the news when we start forming
Snatch stripes off a n*gga's uniform often
Don't embarrass yo' delf, you way out your jurisdiction
While n*ggas bullsh*t on the grill
I don't f*ck around, dunny—it's most real
I keep it thoro, n*gga
[Break]
Yo, let me back up for 'em, lemme back up, yo, yo

[Verse 2]
While n*ggas bullsh*t on the grill
I don't f*ck around, dunny—it's most real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel to hold my di*k in public?
c*ckblower, duplicate rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack n*ggas like you, smash n*ggas by the tools
Grab n*ggas by the throat, show and prove
Rhymes c*cky, crazy ill, mad rowdy
Did a buck off of my sh*t and wrapped your Audi
Temperamental, I snap quick, very touchy
Ayo, my attitude is all f*cked up and real sh*tty
I rap like no one out there can f*ck with me
You feel different, n*gga, see me
I throw a TV at you crazy, b*tches say, "P, you crazy"
A pain in the ass—nah, but f*ck you, pay me
I'm no shorty, n*gga, I stop your glory
I'm a thorough street n*gga for real, you just applaud me
Avoid P, man, take your baby mom's advice
I'm nothing sweet, ill with the guns, you pay the price
When you see me in the streets soldier, salute me
You just a groupie, oh, you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a f*ck really, I miss my n*gga Twin
Kill me so I can join the rest of my force up in the heavens
You rap n*ggas make me laugh, y'all crazy ass
And I don't give a f*ck what you sold, that sh*t is trash
Bang this, 'cause I guarantee that you bought it
Heavy airplay all day with no chorus
I keep it thoro, n*gga