Soulja Boy - I Got The Keys lyrics

Soulja i got the keys

Take a trip out to New York
I scrape the power to folk
Yall niggas going to court
I ball out like I'm on coke
Yall niggas whippin the pack
Scrapping the power to folk
Take a trip back to New York
I'm in the Xan with the bow
I met the power to folk
I hit the pot with the four
I hit the pot with the four
I hit the pot with the four
Yall niggas whippin up dope
Young nigga whippin the dope
Young nigga whippin up dope
Young nigga whippin up dope
I'm in the van with the xany
I run with niggas they shining
Young nigga hop out the Rari
Nigga I never say sorry
Imma put in the molly imma put in the molly
Tattoos they cover my body
Tattoos they cover my body
Young nigga is at the party
I just cashed out in the Rari
I just pulled up a new paint
I mix the lean with the sprite
I mix the lean with the
Phantom and diamond daze
The diamond coming out nice
Nigga be high as a kite
Nigga be leaning all night
I'm in the two with the four
Just seven walking straight out the store
In the trap we with the bow
In the trap we with the bow
Million design with the lean
Young nigga feel like a king

I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys i got the keys
I got them keys
I got the keys the keys the keys

Hop out the whip and my wrist
Young nigga whippin the brick
Fly with the fish have the designer
Young nigga whippin the pot grippin the pot
I'm taking shots all of my niggas they up
All of my niggas they hot
Mostly we trap out the block
Standing out break out the pot
Niggas they whip through the block
Stank up a nut
Young nigga straight out the lot
Young nigga fuck with the pot
Fucked up the pot back in fifty K
All in all that's lot of money in his face

I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys the keys

Oh my rollie my rollie I'm free
Look at the diamonds they sitting on free
Drippin the water A2 on C
Drippin the water the diamonds you see
Niggas is fake niggas is C
I got the money I'm packin' the heat
I can't see these niggas I cannot see
I can't see these niggas I cannot see
I can't see these niggas I cannot see
I got them keys the keys like the plug
I got them P’s that come from the drugs
I got them P’s the pints of that lean
I got the P’s the P’s the P’s
I got the P’s the pounds on deck
Thirty thousand put that on my neck
Young nigga flexing up on the jet
Run up the rollie she giving me neck
Young nigga pulling up and I flex
Soo woop put that on my set
All of my niggas we get to the licks
Run in your house and shipment of bricks

I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys the keys
I got the keys the keys like Chapo
I got the keys the keys like Pablo
I got the keys the keys like Chapo
Like Pablo know I got the keys
Bad bitch she come in the Rari
Oh shit hop out the Rari
Young nigga life of the party
Imma pull up in the Arti
Imma pull up in the Arti
Drop the bricks off like forty
You want a pint that's not hundred
I ain't even need stunning
All my young niggas want it
Come in your house you be jumping like army
We shoot each other like the Army on me
The diamonds you know that shit on me
Hop out the rubber stunning on jabronies
Nigga you know that you phony
Nigga you know you a clone