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 nobody f**ing with me my bars are co*k blockers Never say hello to them just blocka blocka Now if a b**h feel slick enough to pop I'll pop her See I'm playing b**hes 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** 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** your eyes wide for? I thought I told you b**hes Come through saluting with some soldier b**hes High roller b**hes white Rover b**hes Mentally unstable bipolar b**hes I'm with wackos that slap hoes they call me the capo Rap hoes begat those your head where ya back goes b**hes 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 damn deer park You gon' make me spend my life down in central booking b**h 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 damn 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** 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**hes obsessed honestly that pa** hating I'm the only b**h you know can gather millions from a gas station You know I serve b**hes Keys and I never sugar coat 'em I'm the next big sh** 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 a** like a Facebook chatbox I drive b**hes to the point that they in the crazy chair And we lay their a** 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**in' square It's like everywhere I go they say ain't you the one That go off like a gun and smack b**hes for fun? Yeah, I'm Jordan on these b**hes and I'm still in mid-air A subliminal? b**h that was your salute right there