Keys Overseas
I want that head from overseas ya
I want that money drop them keys ya
Get me the Patek Wrist on freeze ya
Cooler than a sea breeze ya
Go and get me the Petek
You don't I'mma be petty
Flip burger give me the patty
Feeding me up coming in heavy
Lean back, back of the Chevy
Volume up to dj envy
Breakfast club eating spaghetti
You say you hate I call it envy
First time I caught a vibe uh
Something I could not describe uh
Got me thinking he was firer
Smoking up getting higher
Why the fuck you wanna date me for
My whole life will be a world tour
Put in work It will be a chore
Tracksuit fit I'm laced in Velour
I want that head from overseas ya
I want that money drop them keys ya
Get me the Patek Wrist on freeze ya
Cooler than a sea breeze ya
Its that two fold stunner, whole clique one up
Got my old shit hung up now my shit tight not strung out
I send my soul to sundown oh shit i did mean sunrise
And if i did die right now id wish i did try sometimes
Wonder if i did or done right
Fuck it i get biz im gifted
Tryna get the whole thing poppin, make sure the spirits is Lifted
Lucky that we did the dirt and long weekends bent n Twisted
One day we'll look back on it and then say damn i miss it
Till then wont stop, till the whole thing pop, got the game On lock
That true n id like to see you n your crew try
Prove that its not just watch
Getting too damn hot in this booth like steam coming off
When removing the food from the pot
Thats the shit we're Abusing alot
We just want food n a view from a house that is new plus
A few cars aint shit hardly the lot
We took a step back and took a chill pill
Took another step back and then we stood still
Energy on the dream and the dollar bill
Aggravated by the hate I could kill bill
Killem killem
I'm bout to jump on the flight
Air BNB booked for the night
Sippin on lean dirty sprite
Baby pull up you hitting it right
Watch the crew pop
We all gonna win
Pull up to the shop
Smoking ain't a sin
Blowing that loud
Run me the spin
We high as fuck
Look at the grin
Lets begin
Flex like you stretching a lim
Shot your best shit like you gonna win
You gonna win
Like you gonna win
Haha
You aint gonna win
I want that money drop them keys ya
Get me the Patek Wrist on freeze ya
Cooler than a sea breeze ya
Go and get me the Petek
You don't I'mma be petty
Flip burger give me the patty
Feeding me up coming in heavy
Lean back, back of the Chevy
Volume up to dj envy
Breakfast club eating spaghetti
You say you hate I call it envy
First time I caught a vibe uh
Something I could not describe uh
Got me thinking he was firer
Smoking up getting higher
Why the fuck you wanna date me for
My whole life will be a world tour
Put in work It will be a chore
Tracksuit fit I'm laced in Velour
I want that head from overseas ya
I want that money drop them keys ya
Get me the Patek Wrist on freeze ya
Cooler than a sea breeze ya
Its that two fold stunner, whole clique one up
Got my old shit hung up now my shit tight not strung out
I send my soul to sundown oh shit i did mean sunrise
And if i did die right now id wish i did try sometimes
Wonder if i did or done right
Fuck it i get biz im gifted
Tryna get the whole thing poppin, make sure the spirits is Lifted
Lucky that we did the dirt and long weekends bent n Twisted
One day we'll look back on it and then say damn i miss it
Till then wont stop, till the whole thing pop, got the game On lock
That true n id like to see you n your crew try
Prove that its not just watch
Getting too damn hot in this booth like steam coming off
When removing the food from the pot
Thats the shit we're Abusing alot
We just want food n a view from a house that is new plus
A few cars aint shit hardly the lot
We took a step back and took a chill pill
Took another step back and then we stood still
Energy on the dream and the dollar bill
Aggravated by the hate I could kill bill
Killem killem
I'm bout to jump on the flight
Air BNB booked for the night
Sippin on lean dirty sprite
Baby pull up you hitting it right
Watch the crew pop
We all gonna win
Pull up to the shop
Smoking ain't a sin
Blowing that loud
Run me the spin
We high as fuck
Look at the grin
Lets begin
Flex like you stretching a lim
Shot your best shit like you gonna win
You gonna win
Like you gonna win
Haha
You aint gonna win
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Writer(s): Chloe Page
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