Keys

Sig Sauer, that ain't no locking, dog

I'm used to revolvers, man, .38 don't jam

Don't hold fifteen neither

Game done changed

My nigga, I don't do push-ups, just pick-ups and drop-offs

With a bad bitch getting topped off, you try me and get knocked off

For a whole brick of that white soft, get outlined in that white chalk

Two bowls of loud for the Randy Moss

My niggas shoot, they don't ever talk

J front up to the car when I pull up, nigga

Couple more bands I pick up, nigga

Fuck no, ain't no hook up, nigga

AK got your block shook up, nigga

Your bitch on my meat, she gave me her door key

All in on me for one week, now that's where my work be

Full of bad bitches, young niggas and G's

My enemies be on my dick, they look like groupies to me

My fans, that's your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?

We ain't dated, but a weaver, still she gave me a key

I see your homeboy picture, man, a gram of the three

I told him count them bands up, I got it, sell me a key

And even though you see me MTV Jam of the Week

I got the stupidest rich game a nigga ever done seen

I got the kangaroo money 'bout to jump out my jeans

I count a hundred thousand dollars, I was just in my teens

NBA money, nigga, this just one of my rings

You say your nigga getting money, that ain't no money to me

Full of bad bitches, young niggas and G's

My enemies be on my dick, they look like groupies to me

My fans, that's your girlfriend, then why she leaving with me?

We ain't dated, but a weaver, still she gave me a key

Hopped up out the coffin, gold fangs like I'm Blacula

Poked my bitch in the back and told her work a spatula

Then I took a piss, I have farted, I have flatulence

I be fucking all these hoes, I don't practice abstinence

Ask your friend, I'm masculine, the poppers keep on hassling

My Mexican, I'm mescaline, stressing him, crescent kick

Pedestrians be stepping in 'cause I don't look that threatening

Baby face assassin, I throw tantrums, I be flashing