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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
Y'all are the kings, kings,
Well, I'm about to see, I'm to see
I scrilla like a art dealer
I'm large money that's augmented for the small printer
Homocide got me side flipping like I'm cartwheeling
I'm Godzilla wearing Margiela in the mall inside of the Center
Got the boss
Got me off a little at the dog kennel
Keys open doors, I said keys open doors, squeeze fours
Leave boys leaking, leave your overlord lookin' like some old weave on the floor
Please don't ignore me, I'm to war
Blowing weed in a toy
My killing anything I'm pointing towards
Anything I'm pointing
I would swing mic when I'm rhyming, thought I better bring it
I'm what you'd get if Fetty Wap to rob a marksman
With Robert Markman, a dead eye
A demon, he sip promethazine, I bet I lean him
I a million, I ain't sell 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 semis, pick one
or tails, either way, you are about to let Hakeem in
I in here to grow the crime rate
on top of bodies on me
I got skeletons in my closet that could do the "Famous" with Kanye
My status loony, nigga, I my chrome
I Mac and Uzi than Donald Glover love 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 dudes "Battle? Who, me?"
Fuck you niggas, I'm steady waiting, I fed him
You know that devil's food, them Betty
And I got something for them crooked cops too, let him
Turn his wedding day Freddie
Let that machete behead him, set him
Let it devastate, let his levitate, let the levies break
I'm murderous, I got in my verbiage
I'm a wavy rhymer, a rider
I'm a 89'er Cartier diamonds
At the furrier, Laurent sipping Merlot
You would catch me boxing with the burner
Hundred in your mouth Ted DiBiase did to Virgil
Rolling over these hurdles playing C Murder 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 I'mma tip the waitress
Or make it for dinner
I know if I'mma sign 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 about the expensive shit, it's the simple things
Like a sexy side bitch with zipper lip, nipple rings
You can not stop what is going
African got her face on my lap
The blacker she is, the she is
I was called growing and I'm feeling up to par
Whenever I see the
I address them as top of the morning 'cause I above the law
Riding, do I look like I am supplying the drugs? raw
I am the plug, raw
You niggas is about as much action as a bra
I'm taking everybody instrumental, going Ted on it
Out here cooking so the original sound like it's Peg Bundy on it
I'm Christmas gifting, wrapping shit
I fit the description of in the axel of the bent
I have an immaculate
You a image of accidental flatulence
All it takes to be a gang 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 on the stretcher
Now
How protection does a vest and armor get ya?
Especially when you armed 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