(Alright, I see you, Will) Sittin' in a suit (yeah), thinkin' 'bout what I just did An opp just hit the yard, he dropped two four, I had to pop his head Lik was just at Milan, crashed the opp, he done put lock to head (too federal) Two four, the new best friends, bro like Ghost and I'm like Rock and Red Get a drop, I'm hoppin' in (phew), I don't know how not to bend (phew) Don't call me cause you not a Crip, crash Baby J ass, I was skipped I was on the yard when I found out they hit my opp with switch (BGK) I was on the yard when I found out they hit my– boul (steer right) I ain't gon' lie, these niggas hoes and they not on C (at all) My stash ain't big enough for that pole, bro, it's not gon' fit If you keep dissin' in them songs, I'm gon' pop your bitch I don't care 'bout what he on, I ain't got no picks I be with the havers, I be with the smackers I ain't gon' lie, don't get in my car with no semi-automatic Got a nigga that switch VINs, that's why we cut shit off in traffic Caught an opp without his 'Wood, I gave my shit to bro and slap him (slapwood) Just had to stop a blitz, I know how I can get They know they make Key mad enough, I'm gon' go crop a pic Our game sliders up, these niggas tryna quit He lovin' on his ho, bro, that's not his bitch Told my label we get active, we out here really scorin' (300, yeah) Ain't gotta wear my jewelry, she gon' fuck me off my aura (aura, boy) Big as fuck and I get bucks, she think I'm Bobby Portis (get it?) I just signed for a– (yeah) these niggas not important The feds picked you up and you went bold and sold your mans out (rat) The feds picked me up, I did my time and grew some dreadlocks Thinkin' 'bout the number eight 'cause that's how many chains that head got (what up, man?) Done usin' 9s, I got a opp who ate a headshot (facts) Grill tender, man, that boy be lyin' on his dick (lame) Bro got Denim Tears on like he been cryin' on his fitted I had signed my plea agreement, Izzo signed for an M I got rich all by myself, think it's time for a bitch (nigga) Fully Drac' and Glock, I catch an opp, he goin' home (goin' home) Bendin' with my shark, I catch a yop, it's goin' on (yeah) Bendin' through the 8, we finna stop on Joy Road (the 9) Bendin' through the 8, we finna stop on Joy– alright Just had to stop a blitz, I know how I can get (phew) They know they make Key mad enough, I'm gon' go crop a pic Our game sliders up, these niggas tryna quit He lovin' on his ho, bro, that's not his bitch Keytroit, nigga, y'all niggas know what the fuck goin' on with me