keys – hello good morning (freestyle) lyrics
(keys talking)
in about 4 seconds a beast will begin to eat
4-3-2-1
[verse 1: keys]
now ain’t n0body f-cking with me my bars are c-ck blockers
never say h-llo to them just blocka blocka
now if a b-tch feel sl!ck enough to pop i’ll pop her
see i’m playing b-tches out call ’em silk the shocker
i used to be a stick up kid and make him drop his dough
put some crack in his blunt call it rock ‘n roll
aww sh-t now he bugging just cause he thought he was thuggin’
got a sniper in the backseat he thought she was my cousin
nothing but alot of daps and hugs in my hood
keys you go hard and love in my hood
a bunch of grit face goons and thugs in my hood
slime bags and crips and bloods in my hood
f-ck your eyes wide for? i thought i told you b-tches
come through saluting with some soldier b-tches
high roller b-tches white rover b-tches
mentally unstable bipolar b-tches
i’m with wackos that slap hoes they call me the capo
rap hoes begat those your head where ya back goes
b-tches see me coming they go long like flacco
yes i am the general i stay in attack mode
see these pups bite smaller than their bark and we see straight through ’em like a d-mn deer park
you gon’ make me spend my life down in central booking
b-tch ya stay in temporary like a rental booking
you know they talk real tough but they shaking on the low though
keys why you go there? that’s a god d-mn lowblow
no good no yes i will admit it
but aim low , no i’m aiming for their fitted
i went from a little swiss army to a big dumb tommy
unmedicated how the f-ck you gone calm me
was talking so hard now they crying “unarm me”
was talking so tough now the jollier than barney
i am the swag switcher yup the mask ripper
leave hoes exposed at shows like bad strippers
now yall b-tches obsessed honestly that p-ss hating
i’m the only b-tch you know can gather millions from a gas station
you know i serve b-tches keys and i never sugar coat ’em
i’m the next big sh-t like i’m sitting in ya colon
i don’t stress ’em i let ’em get hard like crack rocks
then pop up on their -ss like a facebook chatbox
i drive b-tches to the point that they in the crazy chair
and we lay their -ss down so we call ’em baby hair
and they say they wanna meet me i ain’t scared just tell me where
but then they never come around like a muhf-ckin’ square
it’s like everywhere i go they say ain’t you the one
that go off like a gun and smack b-tches for fun?
yeah, i’m jordan on these b-tches and i’m still in mid-air
a subliminal? b-tch that was your salute right there
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