NO KEY lyrics

[Intro: Fijimacintosh]
This sh*t sound like "Trap or Die," that's my sh*t right there
That song right there
n*gga, what's good?
(Yeah, yeah)
Woo
Woo, woo

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm in the car but it don't got a key
I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee
My b*tch is pretty, she small and petite
Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth
I'm from the bottom, we come from the street
Check out the fit, man, this sh*t is on fleek
I'm tryna run up a hunnid a week
You talking too much, boy, you sound like police
All of the guys in my pocket deceased
Ears they a thousand they deep in the creek
Margiela-giela, no regular tee
I [?]
Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap
All of that envy, it made me a beast
Down with my brothers, they ride for me
Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete
[Verse 1: Fijimacintosh]
I ain't even let that ho do a week
I changed the b*tch, that's my vitamin C
I take a pill then a n*gga can see
I f*cked your b*tch, gave her vitamin D
Confidence level done broke off the breach
Smoking exotic got me out of my beat
Say the wrong thing and end up on a tee
I don't talk tough for no internet creep
You got no money, lil' boy, take a seat
Please watch the way that you talking to me
[?]
Most of these n*ggas, ain’t who they perceive
Most of these b*tches, they hate it to see
Man up myself every time I believe
Can't wear my heart on my motherf*cking sleeve
Spiritual war, tell me what you believe

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm in the car but it don't got a key
I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee
My b*tch is pretty, she small and petite
Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth
I'm from the bottom, we come from the street
Check out the fit, man, this sh*t is on fleek
I'm tryna run up a hunnid a week
You talking too much, boy, you sound like police
All of the guys in my pocket deceased
Ears they a thousand they deep in the creak
Margiela-giela, no regular tee
I [?]
Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap
All of that envy, it made me a beast
Down with my brothers, they ride for me
Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete
[Verse 2: Zellyocho]
Ayy, yeah, I'm f*cking the b*tches, they envying me
Keep me a stick and I don't gotta swing
Good off some liquor, you don't need no lean
f*cking that b*tch and I hit every week
Aim automatic, you know we can't link
My b*tch is bad and she wet like a sink
If smoke in the air we roll up like a leaf, yeah
Money on my motherf*cking mind
Yeah, we slime, we dropping a bomb
[?] know that you're dying
b*tch, I'm an addict, no money, I'm dying
Ain't rocking no Vlone but b*tch, I am violent
I f*ck her at [?] she say I'm stylish, yeah
I learn the wheel, you know that I'm ridin'

[Chorus: Fijimacintosh]
I'm in the car but it don't got a key
I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee
My b*tch is pretty, she small and petite
Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth
I'm from the bottom, we come from the street
Check out the fit, man, this sh*t is on fleek
I'm tryna run up a hunnid a week
You talking too much, boy, you sound like police
All of the guys in my pocket deceased
Ears they a thousand, they deep in the creak
Margiela-giela, no regular tee
I [?]
Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap
All of that envy, it made me a beast
Down with my brothers, they ride for me
Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete