Keys

I-I-I got the keys like Emtek
Smoking sticky like Semtex
I ride with my bloods like I've been red
Blocking that bitch
As soon as she sends texts
Double cup bitch, ya I sip tech
Upper cut
Get hit with a chin check
Turn his white Sprite into Big Red
Shawty gonna give head
Until my dick read
Flip bricks, get chips
Now I got thick bread
Hit chicks, get rich
Only if they give head
Damn its too big
Well that's what the new bitch said
Running through checks
Burn paper into six threads
Talking that's shit
Now I heard that that mans dead
Man down
Hand red
Stand out
Band Check

Shut up mom I'm in the booth
Time I truck to yo safe
Then I drive away
Tie a plane to your neck
Then I fly away
Woke up with some acid in my mouth I'm getting high today
Gotta move the pills outta state
I'ma buy a train
Seen you kiss your bro on the lips
Man that's kinda gay
Smoked a blunt before I went to court
So I'm kinda late
Bitch wanna buy some edibles
Now Im tryna bake
Posted in a mansion
Snorting Molly off a china plate
Damn
Now I'm wide awake
Gotta get rid of the straps
Let me find a lake
Sixty three Percs in a week
That's like nine a day
Ima boutta finish with this verse
I'ma rhyme away
Psych, I'ma keep rapping
I be getting hella syrup
I ain't tree tappin
They all sleep on me and KSP
You better keep napping
I fucking boxing up no pizzas
But I'm heat packing
P-p-posted up, on the block
In a green jacket
Putting xannies in the ziplock bag
Call it bean baggin
Left the club, had to make a sale
I'ma be back in
Shrooms with the molly
Swear to go I can see magic



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson R, Spencer P
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