(Ricky Conaway)
Let's get it..
Drugs I Don't Do..
Women I Don't Know..
Money I Don't Have..
b**h..
Lets get it..
(Future)
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth
I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
Radar, radar on, b**hes ain't even on my radar
Radar, radar on, on, you ain't on my radar
Radar, radar, no, no, you hatin' on my radar
No, no, you b**hes ain't, b**hes ain't even on my radar
(Ricky Conaway)
This right here is a major bag alert
Everybody givin' hate, i have to hurt
Ain't afraid to ever break in the half the verse
Hit it to the track and I'm chasin after first, racin' out the dirt
Y'all dry as a raisin out the dirt
No one ever could escape the ma**acre
But anybody try to make it past, I got vacant casket and a basic blackened hearse
And i got the keys
No no no please do not talk to me please
Holy Ricky I'm a God in the streets
Stop it cause you'll never conquer the beast
Paper fallin' like im choppin the trees
Name me a rapper I'm not gonna eat
Set the tempo like a pace maker
Soooooo i can even bring a stop to the beat
Lawdy lawdy
Homie holdin up a fohty loaded, never chose opponents
Bird on me like the OVO clique
Disappear em like Hocus Pocus
No one know I got the frozen flow until it's cold as snow and on some four below sh**
Know your role when comin at me straight, send you back crooked like scoliosis
Coast to coast, I got boats and hoes
Holy Ghost up on the totem pole b**h
In the post, no one rockin wit me
Droppin sixty like Kobe only
Okie dokie tho I'm lowkey Loki, imma go for broke like if a gopher broke in, i can speed it up
Slow it down, i got all the gears, like the Joe Ferone kid
And I ain't gonna vote for POTUS
Promise y'all gonna wanna focus for dis
Burnin' up like im a Jonas Bro, and imma blow up quick like the soda broken
Rest in peace to the goat Muhammad, as a show of honor, imma rope a dope it
On the track im trainin like a locomotive
Givin' out keys like the Oprah show did cause..
(Future)
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys
We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth
I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips
I got the keys, keys, keys
I got the keys, keys, keys