Ameer Vann Keep Your Distance Lyrics

[Intro]
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 [?]

[Verse 1]
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 too definite 'cause niggas be tellin'
Nah, it ain't none of my business
Took a lil' break; now, it's right back to the business
Smokin' out fog through the ceiling
Way above all these niggas, shawty got class
Say she gon' f*ck with a nigga, I really don't f*ck with a nigga
Say you 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
Shove 'em aside, gotta reach higher to see me, diamonds is shinin'
Wonder if Stevie can see me, I'll turn your garden of Eden
I get my weed from a demon, I'm smokin' with Jesus
I make the devil believe it, I ain't got friends for a reason
[Chorus]
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, think I'm about it
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people gon' miss you, prayin' to God

[Verse 2]
I keep the piece on 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 Wimbleton
Black Tom Hanks, need a billion
No, I can't speak to the middleman
Two white cups for 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
Leave 'em to the side like 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 live for the dope bag
Four pints sealed, I'ma sip that
No, I'm not trippin' on the next man 'cause—
[Chorus]
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, think I'm about it
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people gon' miss you, swear to God
I don't like none of y'all niggas
I don't like none of y'all niggas, think I'm about it
Make sure you keepin' your distance
All of your people gon' miss you, swear to God

[Outro]
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