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Keep Up, Pt. 2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Keep Up, Pt. 2 was released on November 1, 2024 by Just Us Ent. as a part of the album The 2 They Hate
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Release DateNovember 1, 2024
LabelJust Us Ent.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM119

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Javarius Brantley
Javarius Brantley
Songwriter
Jordan Lewis
Jordan Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Connor Johnson
Connor Johnson
Producer

Lyrics

Ayo, Golden Child
Drop top Chevy, (drop) smoking' unleaded (gas)
My boy from Mississippi like Monte Ellis (aw)
Mob game, bitch, we gotta get money fetish (cash)
These **** jealous, get the dope and we sell it (trap)
Where is my credit?
Boy yo ass gon' regret it (huh)
**** know how we steppin
Cream Timberlands, I'm tryna kick it like Tekken (kick)
Known the ride with the weapon and it keep a pint in possession (bah)
My adolescence, I was robbin' ****, showin' aggression (yea)
It ain't no question, had to make an impression
On the pretty bitches that live in my section (bitch)
I be pressin', **** feel like Elvis
Diamonds dancing like they David and Elgin
Got a choke hold just like Melvin's
Green in my pocket, look like the Celtics
Share it with the homies, don't be selfish
I'm bout to green where the relish
I'm ballin' like I'm Cam Reddish (cam)
And all my ****, they reckless
I pull up, take that boy necklace (give me)
I'm just my eat her for breakfast
We swiping credit or debit
I gotta go get that lettuce
These lil' ****, irrelevant (huh)
Get the dope and I'm sellin' it
Name a plug, got some better shit (gas)
Swear this shit smellin' excellent
I ain't come for no settlement
Name a duo, who better than
Swear to mob, we some veterans
Runnin' through them like Edegerin
I got mud as my medicine (mud)
But this ain't no prescription from the doctor
Lift the chop up if I spot ya (bah)
I might need a lawyer like Proctor
Helicopter, we gon' spin
Say he shinin' bright, we can get a **** dimmed
I be swervin' in the whip , fuck around and bend the rim (skrrr)
I'll kick a **** door in, Lewwie Mac he Jackie Chan (Bah)
I was swervin' in that motherfuckin' chrysler like a Benz (skrr)
Pussy ****, don't be playin' around with my dividends
(Yaaa) Pull up, Tupac, hit a **** up
Sit up, work out, shoot him in the gut (bah)
Stick up, kidnap, put him in a trunk (come here)
Za Za, Good loud, all we smoke is runts
The nine, four five, leave a bigger hole when it bust (boom)
The hemp is flipped, I don't want to smoke it from a Dutch (gas)
Duck tape his mouth, I'm a have to shut that **** up (shut it)
OG and E, we gon' have to light that **** up
Backwood or a blunt (brrr)
Biscotti with the runts (runts)
Pistol or the punch (punch)
Everybody know lil' duke gon' shoot
I done ate your bitch up (yup) like some damn Pizza Hut
Got your main thing, gettin' butt naked in a coupe (boy she nasty)
I know she wanna fuck (eww) this a real deal slut
Gotta be about it, show a **** what you gon' do
You got a friend or two, baby girl, we can manage you
Pull up and then we damage you (uh huh)
I don't know if she fuckin' or if she plannin' to (or not)
Suck the dick up and swing her neck like an animal (whooo)
I'm in polo from head to toe like a fashion show (Ralph)
I be geekin' and tweakin' high as a telescope (I be geekin)
And I'm still on the nuggets Kentavious Caldwell Pope
My brown hoe bad, but my yellow one got the better throat (nasty)
I'm servin' junkies, the neighbors, they know I'm sellin' dope
We'll pull up and pop this shit at his cantaloupe (we'll pop)
If I caught me a body, nobody ever know
Run up, two jabs, hit him in the throat
Elbow, kneecap, put him on the floor
My twin, I'm in, kick his ass some more
One in the head, time to up the scope
Touchdown, the crowd got me in the zone
Run down, bow bow, Ihit him in the dome
M.O.B. gang, fuck his **** on
Gotta make these **** keep up every song
Written by: Javarius Brantley, Jordan Lewis
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