Conceited
[Intro]
(We on X Games mode)

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm back on my old shit
I never show no emotions
Stay down, I was focused
I used to ride in a Focus
Bitches 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 fuckin' a bitch, I record
Make a movie whenever I'm bored
Keep a scale and a gun in the drawer
She gon' fuck 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 shit, I got it
I'm fly as fuck, I don't know no pilot
[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]
I keep the racks in my bank account
Niggas talkin' bout robbin', what he thinkin' 'bout?
I keep a Glock, we can bang it out
Nigga try mе, kill 'em, ain't nothin to think about
I got a lot, it's a big amount
Take a bitch inside thе mall and she pick it out
Louis, Givenchy my denim now
Niggas follow me but I took a different route
Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas gon' set up
Keep a Glizzy, a nigga get wet up
Just lay off the .50 and don't let 'em get up
Bro I swear all the niggas be mini me's
But these niggas they wanna be my enemies
I made a call to the plug for a fifty piece
And you know that shit cost more than fifty G's
Now I be like are you kidding me?
I know you niggas be sick of me
Y'all just keep tryna get rid of me (Uh-huh)
I heard that them niggas 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)
Niggas 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 fucked his spouse and I made the bitch clean my house
Look mama we made it

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
I'm back on my old shit
I never show no emotions
Stay down, I was focused
I used to ride in a Focus
Bitches 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 fuckin' a bitch, I record
Make a movie whenever I'm bored
Keep a scale and a gun in the drawer
She gon' fuck 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 shit, I got it
I'm fly as fuck, I don't know no pilot