Put Some Keys On That

[Intro]

Weed and syrup is the combination

And the inspiration is you pussy-ass niggas

I just realized y'all can't fuck with me

And you never will, bitch-ass niggas

Weezy F. Baby, believe that

Haha, yeah

[Verse]

I got them 24-inches, sitting on them Joe Buddens

And the trunk straight jumping, bitch, I can't hear nothing

Or I might do the Spur, sitting on them Tim Duncans

And in that Lamborghini, I do donuts like Dunkins

How come every bad bitch with a pussy wanna fuck him?

But I just feed 'em drugs and just watch 'em fuck each other

My neck was a hundred and my wrist was another

It make her pussy wet, I leave that bitch with a puddle

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I should rap with a muzzle

Peyton Manning flow, I just go, no huddle

Baby girl getting straight dick, no cuddle

You know I'm out this world, I just bought a space shuttle

I'ma put some D's on that bitch

And these hoes starting to get like fleas on my shit

Have you seen her? Who? Nina, she's on my hip

Yellow-white diamonds, call it "cheese on them grits"

You niggas ain't balling

Real talk, you niggas can't guard me

Two niggas can't guard me, you looking at Jordan

From the side, like Spike at the Garden

I got the hardest bars, call me the warden

Yeah, excuse me, pardon

I break a bitch down like Tonya Harding

Bitch, I'm col', not dude off Martin

Pockets just fat like the Klumps and Norbit

Bitch, I'm fly like a magic carpet

And bitch, I'm fresh like a pack of Orbit

See, I'ma take it and go bring it back to New Orleans

And bitch, I'ma shine in the land of darkness

A witch, I'ma grind 'til my stacks is tall as a wall is

And I'm high, don't wan' know how deep the fall is

No, I can't come down

And every time I send my girl out of town, I put some keys on that bitch

I'm a certified gangster

Haters make me nauseous, the money make me anxious

Listen how my words are poetic like Langston

Dreads down my back like I come straight from Kingston

But I come from Hollygrove, seventeen, danger zone

So many C-notes, I could sing a song

T-top coupe, looking like a thong

Your girl love my dick, she treats it like a bong

I don't wan' be right if gettin' high is wrong

My eyes so low, I look like I'm from Hong Kong

Boy, I got more green than the Bishop Don Juan, haha

Okay, I'm not a rookie, I'm a promethazine fiend

Make the homies say, "Ho," and make all the girlies scream

I am a vegetarian, man, I only eat beats

Wear a lot of carats and I smoke the best greens

No beef in my grocery bag

Just some Swishers and a whole bunch of cans of whoop-ass, haha

I'm strapped like a bookbag

So anyone of y'all can come on and get a foot tag

D.O.A., ride all night

Sleep, no way, sleep when I lay

Six feet deep and until that day

I'ma be living like it is that day

Yeah, I keep holding on

I said, "Bitch, I been hot, bitch, the stove been on"

If you don't like it, I roll over and roll along

Fuck you and the horse that you rode in on

Yeah, some cool shorts and my Kobes on

Looking slicker than the lane that you bowling on

If they ain't tell you I'm the shit, then they told you wrong

Bitch, I'm bubbling like soda foam in a styrofoam cup

You know what's in my Styrofoam? What?

S-Y-R-up

That's my car, yup, vroom, errr

I'm gone