CashClick Boog, Tee Grizzley - Keys to the Streets lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[CashClick Boog, Tee Grizzley - Keys to the Streets lyrics]
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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