Keep Your Distance - Ameer Vann

It don’t be on the daily

Ain’t gon' be the same when I got my baby

Hahaha

I won’t be the same when I got my daily

Hahaha

Ain’t gon' pray to God when I go to

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

Talking 'bout guns, you ain’t shot none of them bitches

All I want: hundreds and fifties

Pray I don’t be the defendant 'cause niggas be telling

Nah, it ain’t none of my business

Took a lil' break;

now, it’s right back to the business

Smoke and I float through the ceiling

Way above all of these niggas

Shawty got class, say she gon' fuck with a nigga

I really don’t fuck with a nigga

Say he want beef?

Wish good luck to the nigga

I don’t get up for a million, need at least five

Then we can talk about business, I feed an army of niggas

I’ll get your momma to kill you, I know the cost of the business

It ain’t no heart in these niggas, it ain’t no truth in them lyrics

It ain’t no truth, you can feel it, it ain’t no truth in you niggas

Shepherd messiah, gotta reach higher to see me, diamonds is shinin'

Wonder if Stevie can see me, I’ll turn your garden to Eden

I get my weed from a demon, I’m smokin' with Jesus

I’ll make the devil believe it, I ain’t got friends for a reason

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas, stick on my body

Make sure you keepin' your distance

All of your people go missing, prayin' to God

I keep the peace with these niggas

I’m bringin' Jesus to meet 'em, reach for my cup

I will make sure you believe it

I smell the bitch in you niggas, when niggas get shot

You’ll find a bitch in a nigga

Niggas get caught, you’ll find a snitch in a nigga

I ain’t gon' sleep for a minute

I ain’t no man, I’m a menace, I ain’t no man, I’m a-

Hol' up, I’m a gentleman

Front row seat at the Wimbledon

Black Tom Hanks, need a billion

No, I can’t speak to the middleman

Two white cups, on my shit again

Real big talk for a little man

You can get got for your dividends

Lil' niggas runnin' in your crib again

Comin' to the house like the mailman

Leanin' to the side like a kickstand

Diamonds on my wrist like a wristband

One shot, leave 'em with a shitbag

Two shots, leave 'em with a toe-tag

Three niggas looking for the dope bag

Four pints sealed, I’ma sip that

No, I’m not trippin' on the next man 'cause-

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas, stick on my body

Make sure you keepin' your distance

All of your people go missing, swear to God

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas, stick on my body

Make sure you keepin' your distance

All of your people go missing, swear to God

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas

I don’t like none of y’all niggas