KEYS TO MY CITY

Aye, Right cheek Will
Hol up', Left cheek Smith
Cus' I slap dat fuckin Bitch
(Hashtag free Lo Kie)
Bitch you cappin' always catfish
In the sea, yo pussy tuna fish
I had to duck that fuckin bitch
I had to slam that fuckin chick
I had to hop up in the Uber XL
Like I own the whip
I got keys to the city
I got keys to her soul
Mr. MakeTheMusicMakeYoBodyRoll
Bitch exotic in the back console
Mr. RollAnotherJ
High like paper planes
Lil bitch stay in yo lane
She don't know my name
What a disgrace
She ain't even got no faith
So I had to pave the way Hol up
Dance with devil
Heavy footed on the pedals
I want platinum fuckin metals
Is my soul ready to settle
Bitch I cook em up like grettle
Yo boy corny like kettle
(Pop)
I just upped my levels
We come across like rebels
Bad posture cus I got heavy metals
I never settle cus imma pop like kettles

Aye, Right cheek Will
Hol up', Left cheek Smith
Cus' I slap dat fuckin Bitch
Cus bitch im with it
Green like spinach
Green body cat bitch spin jt
You asking what's next?
Bitch imma finish
(Cannot step like me)
Bitch you cappin' always catfish
In the sea, yo pussy tuna fish
I had to duck that fuckin bitch
I had to slam that fuckin chick
I had to hop up in the Uber XL
Like I own the whip
I got keys to the city
I got keys to her soul
Mr. MakeTheMusicMakeYoBodyRoll
Bitch exotic in the back console
Mr. RollAnotherJ
High like paper planes
Lil bitch stay in yo lane
She don't know my name
What a disgrace
She ain't even got no faith
So I had to pave the way Hol up
Dance with the devil
Heavy footed on the pedals
I want platinum fuckin metals
Is my soul ready to settle
Dance with the devil
Heavy footed on the pedals
I want platinum fucking metals
Is my soul ready to settle
Bitch I cook em up like grettle
Yo boy corny like kettle

(Hashtag free Lo Kie)
Bitch you cappin' always catfish
In the sea, yo pussy tuna fish
I had to duck that fuckin bitch
I had to slam that fuckin chick
I had to hop up in the Uber XL
Like I own the whip
I got keys to the city
I got keys to her soul
Mr. MakeTheMusicMakeYoBodyRoll
Bitch exotic in the back console
Mr. RollAnotherJ
High like paper planes
Lil bitch stay in yo lane
She don't know my name
What a disgrace
She ain't even got no faith
So I had to pave the way Hol up
Dance with devil
Heavy footed on the pedals
I want platinum fuckin metals
Is my soul ready to settle
Bitch I cook em up like grettle
Yo boy corny like kettle
Y'all corny as fuck
Get my name out yo mouth it ain't braces
I won't all the races she left so tasteless
Bottom bitch come round the basement
You know where to place is
Talk to me nice ooh just one night
Keeping it tight
I'll get you a flight to my hometown
Man it's more like it's pound town
Her ass wobble just like surround sound
Hate on my game but you want the pounds now

I'm been driving down these road by myself
All these road yeah I know like
The back of my hand Hol up
Hey you wanna count my cash hoe
Wanna be my lil side piece



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