Keisha & Becky (Remix)

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off

Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off

Free up, free up that number

Oh my God, look at that bumper

Wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)

Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Like baby stop it, everything's mad if I slap this rocket (Bullet)

Fit like ten bags in Amiri pockets (Racks)

I love this shit, I can't stop it

Baby, arch your back and slide on it

Try hit chest, necks, belly or back

Manna big man, twenty racks on tax

Very sexy, yelly, Steffy (Bullet)

Baby shake up your bum-bum (Shake it)

Don't have sex without condoms (Nah)

Cali spliff looking Hong Kong (Loud)

I don't pipe babe, that's my don-don

Very selective, select it corn, eject it

The way he ran off, he meant it (Gone)

Yo, both hands on the back when I tap it

Grab it and slap it, Becky a savage

Lemme show you a magic trick

You can have this dick after that man vanish

Two MILFs in a whip

Bro-bro said he wanted a bit, told him he can manage

This baby face an advantage

Man still show a big girl what a man is

Give her my screw face, she caught me staring

What do you expect when your skirts so short?

Out here twerking, gone past caring

She went out cheating, the girl got caught

Stepped in the place all shiny

I don't have a chain, man glow when I walk

Don't phone if you're wasting my time

Got me changing my number 'cause I don't wanna talk

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off

Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off

Free up, free up that number

Oh my God, look at that bumper

Wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)

Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

How many L's did I take this year?

And how many times did I buck your chicky?

Had a cap on my head like 50

When I gave wood to your girl, that's dicky

And I didn't wanna holla at Becky

So I went Brighton and holla'd at Brittany

And how many chicks did I swipe?

Top of my head, I think about fifty

And I don't really wanna hear nonsense

Man send one text to your female

Now the bad B come looking like custard

Slim t'ic with the back come detail

Give her back shot, two-two, now she loved it

And the ting come quick like a e-mail

Make bell don got brain and he cuffed it

J bun up the place like a moshpit, viral

Now I got fans in Boston

Two stepped to the dance all saucy

One gun lean, man did it like Russ did

And everyone wanna link Keisha, Becky, ease up, likkle man stop it

Bad B from kway called Lisa, shit den, wanna take wood cah I'm popping

Everyday I give thanks for the blessings

But I repent for numerous cheffings

If you saw the way that I kweffed him

Man I weren't shocked that his bredring left him

Bet they thought the last verse was a fluke ting

Free my broski inside for some bootings

Man, I'm boasy

Spend racks on a Cuban

And my lightskin, brownskin or cute tings

Man I love to go west when figured

Then I go home, eat bariis and hilib

African girl arch back

I wan' 'it-it, pounded yam with okra or spinach

Snapchat, Camden boy, you're all image

White girl, Soul Food, Gaucho, Nobu

Mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm, mhm-mhm

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off

Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off

Free up, free up that number

Oh my God, look at that bumper

Wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)

Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky

Jay S, Jay S

They ain't made for the shit, they're soft

I've done future, first think last

Only man want talk about drill

They do drill rap but ain't got no heart

All the things man seen and done in the field

Nigga you won't know the half

And bro told me he just done that bait

So now he's in a petrol bath

Bro backed it, I told him dump off, dump off

Before I back it, they run off

Hit the once, you can't be my lover

HMP, free up my brother

Ambush I got my block jumpy, jumpy

Gyal on me, man they love me

Two gyal, who's holding this brucky?

Oh my god, look at that bumsi

(Nine-nine-nine)

See my guy got bagged for the chinging

The grind don't stop so we see this dough

I told bro just slap it in reverse

With a petrol can and burn them clothes

A9 got caught with the grub, oh my

So he's looking like two do one

And I pray for my life that they ride

In front the jakes so the whole tings done

Big up my chocolate darling, true say, she lost the plot

Doing up Gucci gang with her nails on fleek as she whips that pot

My bro just reading the amm

Take that to the OT spot

Like we was fifteen when we had the whole 9 block like Wizard of Oz

See, back the beef, you get got G

Nine side, we're on top B

Becky come and then slop me

And Keisha mad cah she's on me

Back the beef, you get got G

Nine side, we're on top B

Becky come and then slop me

And Keisha mad cah she's on me

Pull up, pull up and dump off, dump off

Twist up your waist and jump off, jump off

Free up, free up that number

Oh my God, look at that bumper

Wha' the bomba? (Mhm-mhm)

Drip like my chain, shake that ass, it's insane

Very sexy, Keisha, Becky