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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 up to squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings,
Well, I'm about to see, I'm to see
I talk scrilla like a art
I'm large money been augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me side flipping I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Center
Got the mental
Got me off a little barking at the dog
Keys open doors, I said open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave your boys leaking, your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't ignore me, I'm to war
Blowing in a foreign toy
My shooters anything I'm pointing towards
I'm pointing towards
I would this mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm what get if Fetty Wap were to rob a marksman
Robert Markman, a dead eye Genius
A Jedi demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I him
I made a million, I ain't sell out, I got the hell out Neiman's
Nigga, my chips up, ask me am I in my P-R, I, I stop you so I could spell out Pringles
I'm in the strip club, I shell out
I'm the flowing sweaping semis, pick one
Head or tails, either way, you are about to let in
I came in here to grow the rate
Bodies on top of on me
I got in my closet that could do the "Famous" video with Kanye
My loony, nigga, I love my chrome
I Mac and Uzi more than Glover love that song "Bad and Boujee"
"Bad and Boujee", I'm a black addict
With an attitude in a padded room full of savage
goonies
I don't battle, I look at dudes like "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm waiting, I fed him bake
You know that devil's food, them Betty
And I got for them crooked cops too, let him pray
his wedding day Freddie Gray
Let machete behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the break
I'm murderous, I got in my verbiage
I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes
I'm a Cartier with diamonds
At the furrier, Laurent sipping Merlot
You would catch me boxing with the burner
Hundred in mouth like Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder then I'm playing G
Gang of cash on me, keep the thumper me since I became a sinner
Black youngster, I don't know if I'mma tip the waitress
Or make it rain for
I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, it's not just a simple
Aston Martin while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life ain't about the expensive shit, about the simple things
Like a side bitch with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not stop what is going
bitch got her face on my lap
The blacker she is, the she is
I was called tarbaby and I'm feeling up to par
I see the police
I address as top of the morning 'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I like I am supplying the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You is about as much action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, Ted Bundy on it
Out here cooking so much the original sound like Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, y'all shit
I fit the description of accidents in the axel of the
I an immaculate acumen
You a splitting image of accidental
All it takes to be a gang banger on wax these
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 catch ya you on the stretcher
Now
How much protection does a and armor get ya?
Especially when you armed weapons stepping in the wrong direction of armageddon
Uh, keys, keys, got the keys, keys
Ride up and squeeze,
are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm about to see