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

I got the keys, keys,
I got the keys, keys,
Y'all are the kings, kings,
I up to squeeze
are the kings, kings, kings
Well, I'm about to see, I'm to see
I talk like a art dealer
I'm large money that's augmented for the small printer
Homocide business got me side flipping I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla Margiela in the mall inside of the Guitar Center
Got the boss
Got me off a little at the dog kennel
open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze open fours
Leave your boys leaking, leave overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
don't ignore me, I'm going to war
Blowing weed in a toy
My shooters killing I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm pointing
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 demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him
I made a million, I ain't sell out, I just got the 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 semis, pick one
Head or tails, way, you are about to let Hakeem in
I came in here to grow the rate
Bodies on top of on me
I got skeletons in my 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 mooly
With an attitude in a padded room of savage ghoulies
Eratic
I don't battle, I at battle dudes 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 for them crooked cops too, let him pray
Turn his wedding day Gray
Let that behead him, set him straight
Let it devastate, let his soul levitate, let the levies
I'm murderous, I got in my verbiage
I'm a wavy rhymer, a Mercedes
I'm a 89'er Cartier with
At the furrier, Laurent sipping Merlot
You would never catch me boxing with the
Hundred in your mouth like Ted DiBiase did to
Rolling over these hurdles playing C then I'm playing G Herbo
Gang of cash on me, keep the thumper with me since I became a
Black youngster, I don't know if tip the waitress tonight
Or it rain for dinner
I don't know if I'mma sign a deal or stay independent, not just a simple thing
Aston Martin while I'm weighing my options on the triple beams
Learning that life about the expensive shit, it's about the simple things
Like a sexy side with zipper lip, clit nipple rings
You can not stop 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 as top of the morning 'cause I feel above the law
Riding, do I look like I am the drugs? Fuck raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is about as action as a buttoned-up bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted 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 in the axel of the bent
I have an immaculate
You a splitting image of flatulence
All it takes to be a banger on wax these days
Is the that come in and patch you in
Yes, sir, I'm too charming to ya
I'm cool, calm, and
I'm electric, you Carmen
If I catch ya you gone on the
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,
up and squeeze, squeeze
Y'all are the kings, kings, heh, well, I'm to see