[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Phew, ha, phew (Yeah)
Chyeah, ha
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
Huh, I twist my key, the baddie get turned on (Chyeah)
Huh, I twist my key inside of a mansion (What?)
When I twist my key, them boys gon' go on a run (Go on a run)
Uh, lil' misdemeanor, but you know it ain't nothin', huh, huh
Hmm, it's literally me, big, bad son of a gun, huh (Of course)
I hit the scene, it's dark, I fuck up the sun, huh (Huh)
Uh, new demeanor, punk, it's givin' lil' cunt, huh
I twist the key, vroom, go number one, huh
[Verse 1: Lancey Foux]
Ha, ha, ha (Chyeah, brrt), ha
Hello, it's nice to meet, my pocket be green, it's full of that salad
Uh, I hit the street like a pap, I stay with a cannon, ain't talkin' a camera (Boom)
The baddie be callin' my phonе when I'm in my zone, goddamn (God)
"Can't you see I'm with my friend?" Huh, don't you havе manners?
She wanna suck me up in the Benz, huh, she love how I handle (Yeah)
We caught a lil' heatstroke one time and I'ma flame her up a lil' candle
I'm a lil' flyer than Jesus, I walk the water in Hermès sandals (Huh)
Niggas be tryna defeat us, but it's impossible, I'm too incredible
Big boss general, I send you medical (Yeah)
I send you hospital, this is a sabbatical
Niggas inadequate, niggas can't fathom this
I got a baddie the size of my strategist
This ain't what talent is, this is what swaggin' is
I leave it shottin' but this is what trappin' is, huh
[Chorus: Lancey Foux & Len]
I twist my key, the baddie get turned on (Grr, woo)
I twist my key inside of a mansion (Grr)
When I twist my key, them boys gon' go on a run (Woo)
Uh, lil' misdemeanor, but you know it ain't nothin', huh, huh
Hmm, it's literally me, big, bad son of a gun, huh (Of course)
I hit the scene, it's dark, I fuck up the sun, huh
Uh, new demeanor, punk, it's givin' lil' cunt, huh
I twist the key, vroom, go number one, huh (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Verse 2: Len & Lancey Foux]
Ayy (Go), ain't no sleep, lil' nigga, don't sleep (Ha, ha, chyeah)
She pray to me like a priest (Argh)
Been on the E for a week, G (Let's go)
Los Angeles, rockin' the Angeles jeans, on my feet, B
Korean girl tryna dance in my flat, no Gangnam, I'm a mad man (Bitch)
Look at the TV, bitch, that's more inches than a gangbang (Haha)
Tryna Halifax on my Santan'
I had nine gyal in the sprinter before I met Cench or Santan (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yo, I'm likin' the ho and she drivin' the boat (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Osbatt coat, no Uniqlo, baby girl, I'ma UFO (Woo)
The pack so loud you would think I got Susan Boyle in the studio
I'm ready for tour, hope you're ready for war
Tryna take my swag, you can take some more
"Baby girl, I heard you got famous jaw"
Died two times and I came back, ain't cap
Hold on, as soon as I see the bread, I'ma break that
Keep the family straight, man
The diamonds rainbow, but I'ma straight man
It ain't nothin' to pay that
[Verse 3: Fimiguerrero]
Pay that price (Pay that fuckin' price)
Huh, big tits on a bitch, she look like Katie Price (Ah)
True say, I just fucked that ho, send her back like prime van Dijk (True say, I just did)
I can't make that ho my wife when she talk too much online, huh
They don't make them real no more, gangs comin' like 5 Alive, huh (Huh)
In the streets, there ain't no keepers, comin' like 5 aside, let's go (Huh)
I turn your bitch to a ho 'cause she never fucked on a pro, huh (Brrt)
Huh, I fuck a bitch in the yo' to show the bitch how the shit go (Ha, ha)
I'm doggin' that bitch on the low and I cover her mouth as she moan (Let's go)
Hey, put that ass in the air, this a talent show (This a talent show)
We been smokin' dead, not Oregano
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
Huh, I twist my key, the baddie get turned on
Huh, I twist my key inside of a mansion
When I twist my key, them boys gon' go on a run
Uh, lil' misdemeanor, but you know it ain't nothin', huh, huh
Hmm, it's literally me, big, bad son of a gun, huh
I hit the scene, it's dark, I fuck up the sun, huh
Uh, new demeanor, punk, it's givin' lil' cunt, huh
I twist the key, vroom, go number one, huh
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