The Regime - Keys 2 The City lyrics

(Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I’m smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that n***a tax so its price sellin sh**ty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real n***as rock with me (Verse) Holler at yo f**in boy, got everything from girl to that motherf**in boy My pockets full grown, you a motherf**in boy King gutta, sandbox, I got all the f**in toys You ain’t to be a part, n***as lookin like they starving I got a job for you, n***a meet me at the gardens sponsored links 6 500 block, locked with the gardens I made my block apartment n***a rockin up the margin Step into my office, let me check yo G vows So you never snitched and know how to break K down I be hard in the pay like Shaq on the re-sign Well I’m the motherf**in connect, the mex is on speed dial Another goon hired, put his a** to work So I grab the Gucci duffle bag and flew his a** to work Put stars on the track, n***as call me Captain Kirk It be cool through the month but it be smackin on the verse (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I’m smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that n***a tax so its price sellin sh**ty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real n***as rock with me (Verse) I’m the motherf**in man Cuz I could work wonders with these motherf**in hands Whip it like a slave when that motherf**er raid Bring the choppa to yo city like the motherf**in bed 100 grand wrap the rubber bands, vacuum sealed Throw bricks with the dragon stamp on the true deal I never sold a pack to a n***a that squealed Cuz even yo little bruh could be a rat, blue hill The trap sh** is ill, n***as gotta stay sharp And separate the goonies from the motherf**in mobs And separate the guppies from the motherf**in sharks I’m just stickin to the script, n***a play yo f**in part All these phony a** trappers, n***a you a actor Fake a** coke prices, n***a who asked ya? I’m getting to the cake, pushing weight like a tractor Cuz 1988 they was callin me a factor (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I’m smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that n***a tax so its price sellin sh**ty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real n***as rock with me (Verse) Smoking on kush, riding through my city Sittin up high, I got some d** on 50’s Regime mobster, come get with me Yea I got the line from Bobby and Whitney I mean c**aine history, I whip up instantly Ice cubes in a jar, make you locks so pretty 46 zips and the kid can’t count Money comin in but a large is amount My hands touch dough, I could make it snow Bar set me up, I cop 12 bricks of bow Gunnin for the low, sold em for high Purple not dark enough, hit it with the dye Twerk it back boy, elbow the bars Trapped in the west, kids in the yard Catch me by the stove, cheffin up hard Maje I’m the boy boy like my n***a Marv (Hook) Smoking on kush, slidin through the city The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50 Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city And I’m smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50 And that n***a tax so its price sellin sh**ty Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city Real n***as rock with me