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Yeah, I'm starting to have fun now, so you

I got the keys, keys,
I got the keys, keys,
Y'all are the kings, kings,
I roll up to
are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm about to see, I'm to see
I talk scrilla a art dealer
I'm large that's been augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss
Got me off a barking at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze open
Leave boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't me, I'm going to war
Blowing weed in a toy
My killing anything I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm towards
I would swing mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm what get if Fetty Wap were to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a eye Genius
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I him
I made a million, I ain't out, I just got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop you just so I could out Pringles
I'm in the club, I shell out singles
I'm the flowing boss sweaping semis, one
Head or tails, either way, you are about to let in
I in here to grow the crime rate
Bodies on top of on me
I got skeletons in my that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more than Donald Glover that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black mooly
With an attitude in a padded room full of ghoulies
goonies
I don't battle, I look at battle like "Battle? Who, me?"
you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him bake
You that devil's food, them Betty Cakes
And I got something for them cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Gray
Let that machete behead him, set him
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the levies
I'm murderous, I got Reaganomics in my
I'm a wavy rhymer, a rider
I'm a 89'er Cartier with
At the furrier, Saint sipping Merlot
You would catch me boxing with the burner
in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C then I'm playing G Herbo
of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't if I'mma tip the waitress tonight
Or it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'mma a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple thing
Aston Martin topless while I'm my options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't the expensive shit, it's about the simple things
a sexy side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not what is already going
African got her face on my lap
The she is, the badder she is
I was called tarbaby and I'm feeling up to par
I see the police
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I feel the law
Riding, do I look I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is about as much action as a bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, Ted Bundy on it
Out here so much the original sound like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, wrapping shit
I fit the of accidents in the axel of the bent
I have an acumen
You a splitting image of accidental
All it takes to be a banger on wax these days
Is the engineer that in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too to stress ya
I'm cool, calm, and
I'm electric, you Electra
If I ya you gone on the stretcher
Now
How protection does a vest and armor get ya?
Especially when you with weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, y'all got the keys,
Ride up and squeeze,
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm to see