What A Time...

Lyrics

[Intro: Quentin Miller] Yeah, yeah, yeah ooh [Verse 1: Quentin Miller] I got the keys to the car that I own Overgrown what my pockets is on I be turnin' up regardless, regardless You ain't even gotta call up my phone Still Harry Potter of the rap game Treat the rap game like the crack game Yeah ain't nobody out here serving yayo Like my people, ain't that HS 37 And that 1317 crew? Damn My Nike news like it CNN Savage on the mic, OPB and them Hit might be the plug, I might be the pen Hit me up, I send you up like King Louie On that Yeezus joint Check that yale in my cup, UTD as fuck They hear my song on their earphones and turn me up He got roller coasters on, he gon' turn you up 1-3-1-7, bitch we global yeah [Verse 2: Key!] I'm still Bill Nye When it come to this rap shit, I'm that guy Ain't nobody catchin' bodies like my youngin's (for real) Ain't nobody catchin' bodies like my youngin's (fo- for real) Ain't nobody gettin' away with murder like us (yeah) Ain't nobody outside sellin' dope like us (yeah) Ain't nobody in the six, yeah, like us (yeah) Yeah I said it, yeah, six, like us ([?] yeah) If you mad pussy nigga go and pipe up (pipe up) If you mad pussy nigga go and pipe up I'm with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, I hit ya boy I'm with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, would hit ya boy Better steer clear, better steer clear! I ain't tryna be the nigga that you wanna fear (not me) You don't wanna interfere, interfere! (not me) Try to catch us pass here, you gon' get this here [Bridge: Quentin Miller] Yeah, yeah, what a time yeah What a time, what a time, look [Verse 3: Quentin Miller & Key!] These motherfuckers mad cause I'm icy IMessage, I could see your girl typing He came in with lethal weapons like he Danny Glover I might fuck her like a lover but I do not love her! Hit-Boy had made a beat for King Quentin Not promoting, stoppin' all that penny-pinchin' From now on, I'm charging, hey, me a pension (yeah) You want Key! on this shit boy I need a pension You will not classify me as a fucking shooter (fuck) You will not classify me as a fucking goon (don't even know) I'm a grown man and I'm gettin' grown money (grown money) Fucking grown women, playboy-boy-boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm feeling like Hugh Hefner New Nikes for my daughter, peep the step shelve I been going hard on every beat I'm on I can't lose when Hit-Boy made the beat I'm on, yeah You know this flow is all these young niggas on Do you know where the Hell it came from? I ain't really tryna take nobody shine I ain't really tryna take nobody shine (hey!) But what a time, (hey!) what a time