b g – order 20 keys lyrics
[b.
g.]
f-ck all that -sshole and papers on my mind
trying to come up i need every single dime5, 9, 6, 51, 09look out for me, give me something properly, 100g
drop it on ivana street to protect it
i’m up by 2: 23 and some ozzies
i got a gang of b.
g. to work the sh-t for me
a team with a little terrance and a little g
alfred, onry and billy
crazy phat, and my n-gg- tyree
so when my n-gg- come home i can put him on his feet
cuz i’m straight till the one put the drop on me
run it through the one and only staller
it’s a young g, nuthin else than a young baller4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you
and an ounce for you, i got coc for the whole crew
i’mma roll and show the rest of my n-gg-s
everybody i pay got the finger on the trigger
i just busted b on his 200 g’s
he called dc and order 20 more keys
i got k-c and sam running on his brother
in pewee running in the u.
p.
t.3 showed up, and the roofed came down on bfdwe got it all, so show us the 17the b.
g. is on top of shacollars
dream came true by becoming a young baller
chorus: baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me
i’m b.
g., and i’ma put em in the u.
p.
t.
[b.
g.]
sh-ts getting fleded, i got mine
a n-gg-s trying to take it
it’s must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb
it’s the dumbest sh-t, i’mma take it bust your sh-t
now some rookies trying to show me up
ain’t that a shame now i gotta bring out the beast in me
i’m a jack so i gotta bring out the kid in me
act to flack of the 3 odclowns should’ve done what they did to me
bust hollow tips slugs
and they nasty -ss
digging dirty from behind my stash and cash100 g’s, wit ease, n-gg- please
what i do for my years, and what i’ma do for my cheese
i learned from the best, had to p-ss the test
ain’t nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest
f-ck wit me and you gonna learn
and you gonna get snuck, motherf-cker what’s up
ballers walk me out all night
and kibblers dogs with silly -ss falls
i’m slippin, how you figure n-gg-
it takes street smarts to be a young baller
chorus
[b.
g.]
now i’m bout my grip, gotta get my cheese
gotta bout be my skrees, bustin n-gg-s to they knees
i’m coming through your house with the glocs
do whatcha got, i got a chopper
i gotta trunk full of funk for the haters
i’m always in the paper, me and my n-gg-s are cappers
i’m hustler, b-tch bustla, body disgusta
i’m the n-gg- you can’t trust, i’m a f-ck ya
seein n-gg-s comin down from cali
they say “yay” it’s 4: 00 friday
they come and serve some people a couple of keys
i gotta hits it, i don’t know, they gotta leave
fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree
at the tele, they gonna get buried
i already got it, straight down flat
run in and out, click clack of packs4 n-gg-s 4 keys, 4 tryin to play
i gotta correct it, split it 4 ways
i’m about having things, thats all i’ve been hoping
it’s open, so lets bust the town open
b.
g. turns to stand taller
picture all there is, is teenage ballers
chorus
[b.
g. ad libs]
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