Keys to the Streets

Lyrics

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley] Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass [Verse 1: Tee Grizzley] Bro just popped a pill, it ain't no Tylenol When he off them bitches he ain't got it all Nigga if this chopper get to striking off Your whole team gon' run like the quarterback just hiked the ball With my slimes, them my niggas, you get slithered Can't shake my past, I still smell like the trenches Lot of scars on my legs from jumping fences But you know I wasn't runnin' from no niggas None of these hoes special, none of these bitches different Bentley 350, watch it clean sixty Say I fucked a scam, so I rock with them pros, it got tempting Niggas not no killers, it don't count, he just got injured I sit back and laugh, used to play with the cash I can't do that now, it's too much of a mess Threw her on this page, boy that bitch a whore Last song I made, I hope they'll play that bitch in court [Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley] Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass [Verse 2: Cash Click Boog] I'll lay it up and shoot three on your ass Designer shoes hit me for a P and a half We in the Wraith, I got the gun, Tee goin' fast He put a crew on your head then we gon' be on your ass niggas Bitches barely noticed me when I ain't have no cash Now they know to fuck with me they gotta have a bag Shafe got a pole on him, he'll do you bad Me and Dilla worth a check, nigga do the math You see a body on nineteenth, I probably left that Later we gon' double back like where the rest at In the kitchen whippin' up, where my chef at? Southwest, y'all ain't fuckin' with us and I bet that Rock in here right now, he got a blower with him Mozz got a shorter fuse, he'll ho a nigga You ain't my motherfuckin' dog, I don't know you nigga Back then when I was down bad y'all ain't know a nigga [Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley] Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass Bitches barely noticed me when it was bad Now the tables turned and I sit back and laugh Key to the Rolls, key to the pad, key to the bag I got the keys to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass