Conceited lyrics

[Intro]
(We on X Games mode)

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm back on my old sh*t
I never show no emotions
Stay down, I was focused
I used to ride in a Focus
b*tches ignore when I'm in the Ford
Now I'm up and I'm thankin' the Lord
It ain't nothin that I can't afford
When I'm f*ckin' a b*tch, I record
Make a movie whenever I'm bored
Keep a scale and a gun in the drawer
She gon' f*ck me to stay in Dior
She be beggin' to go to the store
I was trappin', I slept on the floor
All my whips robotic
Conceited like I don't know nobody
Let me talk my sh*t, I got it
I'm fly as f*ck, I don't know no pilot

[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]
I keep the racks in my bank account
n*ggas talkin' bout robbin', what he thinkin' 'bout?
I keep a Glock, we can bang it out
n*gga try mе, kill 'em, ain't nothin to think about
I got a lot, it's a big amount
Take a b*tch inside thе mall and she pick it out
Louis, Givenchy my denim now
n*ggas follow me but I took a different route
n*ggas name be all in the statements for small crimes so we call 'em Minnie Mouse
Johnny Dang made my mouth bright when it's nighttime
I'm friends with the dentist now
With the gang, I love all them n*ggas for life, I'm gettin' in my feelings now
Want the fame but I had to wait for the right time
And I'm gettin' bigger now
[Verse 2: 2KBABY]
I'm just gettin' better, I stick to the cheddar, I just bought a sweater to go with the weather
My youngin's down for whatever, we never let up ,gotta keep it together, yeah
Tell my little bro keep the setup
Watch the city cause n*ggas gon' set up
Keep a Glizzy, a n*gga get wet up
Just lay off the .50 and don't let 'em get up
Bro I swear all the n*ggas be mini me's
But these n*ggas they wanna be my enemies
I made a call to the plug for a fifty piece
And you know that sh*t cost more than fifty G's
Now I be like are you kidding me?
I know you n*ggas be sick of me
Y'all just keep tryna get rid of me (Uh-huh)
I heard that them n*ggas gon' send for me
They think they gon' put an end to me (Uh-huh)
Know you were hittin' my remedy
If you know, you ain't no friend to me (Uh-huh)
n*ggas be saying they kin to me
I think he gone off the handle, B

[Verse 3: LBS Kee'vin]
Desperate times call for desperate measures
Cut her off, she ain't special
Sellin' lines, now I eat spaghetti on Italian leather
Hit once and I made her go crazy
Got a lil' bop in her, you ain't having my baby
I been f*cked his spouse and I made the b*tch clean my house
Look mama we made it
[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm back on my old sh*t
I never show no emotions
Stay down, I was focused
I used to ride in a Focus
b*tches ignore when I'm in the Ford
Now I'm up and I'm thankin' the Lord
It ain't nothin that I can't afford
When I'm f*ckin' a b*tch, I record
Make a movie whenever I'm bored
Keep a scale and a gun in the drawer
She gon' f*ck me to stay in Dior
She be beggin' to go to the store
I was trappin', I slept on the floor
All my whips robotic
Conceited like I don't know nobody
Let me talk my sh*t, I got it
I'm fly as f*ck, I don't know no pilot