Hello Good Morning (Freestyle) lyrics

(Keys talking)
In about 4 seconds a beast will begin to eat
4-3-2-1

[Verse 1: Keys]
Now ain't nobody f*cking with me my bars are c*ck blockers
Never say hello to them just blocka blocka
Now if a b*tch feel slick enough to pop I'll pop her
See I'm playing b*tches out call 'em Silk The Shocker
I used to be a stick up kid and make him drop his dough
Put some crack in his blunt call it rock 'n roll
Aww sh*t now he bugging just cause he thought he was thuggin'
Got a sniper in the backseat he thought she was my cousin
Nothing but alot of daps and hugs in my hood
Keys you go hard and love in my hood
A bunch of grit face goons and thugs in my hood
Slime bags and Crips and Bloods in my hood
f*ck your eyes wide for? I thought I told you b*tches
Come through saluting with some soldier b*tches
High roller b*tches white Rover b*tches
Mentally unstable bipolar b*tches
I'm with wackos that slap hoes they call me the capo
Rap hoes begat those your head where ya back goes
b*tches see me coming they go long like Flacco
Yes I am the general I stay in attack mode
See these pups bite smaller than their bark and we see straight through 'em like a damn deer park
You gon' make me spend my life down in central booking
b*tch ya stay in temporary like a rental booking
You know they talk real tough but they shaking on the low though
Keys why you go there? That's a god damn lowblow
No good no yes I will admit it
But aim low , no I'm aiming for their fitted
I went from a little Swiss army to a big dumb Tommy
Unmedicated how the f*ck you gone calm me
Was talking so hard now they crying "unarm me"
Was talking so tough now the jollier than Barney
I am the swag switcher yup the mask ripper
Leave hoes exposed at shows like bad strippers
Now yall b*tches obsessed honestly that pass hating
I'm the only b*tch you know can gather millions from a gas station
You know I serve b*tches Keys and I never sugar coat 'em
I'm the next big sh*t like I'm sitting in ya colon
I don't stress 'em I let 'em get hard like crack rocks
Then pop up on their ass like a Facebook chatbox
I drive b*tches to the point that they in the crazy chair
And we lay their ass down so we call 'em baby hair
And they say they wanna meet me I ain't scared just tell me where
But then they never come around like a muhf*ckin' square
It's like everywhere I go they say ain't you the one
That go off like a gun and smack b*tches for fun?
Yeah, I'm Jordan on these b*tches and I'm still in mid-air
A subliminal? b*tch that was your salute right there