f*ck T Key ! lyrics

What the f*ck Hariroc?

[Chorus]
n*gga like "f*ck T Key, he lame as hell, turn his sh*t off, he opped out"
n*gga got mad at me 'cause I got that drop, jumped in the box then hopped out
n*gga dissin' me, I ain't diss him back, push up if you want some clout
All these opp ass n*gga be f, that's your b*tch, how to work that mouth
It's T Key, I ain't gotta remind ya, I ain't worry about a opp, I be eatin' vagina
It ain't nothin' I come and find ya, shoot it up, I'll Columbine ya
Get to workin' that P, and I'm eatin' his leg watch a n*gga keep on firin'
Hit a n*gga ass up Like Tunechi, Wayne, wee-wee-wee, nothin' but sirens

[Verse 1]
Colorful ass n*gga, you ain't an opp, yo ass is vibrant
He might as well just kill himself, because he ain't survivin'
b*tch I'm callin' shots with no remorse, just like I'm Joey Bidеn
He thought he was 'bout it, 'bout it, tell his ass got bodiеd, bodied
Think it ain't your mans, think I ain't got fans
Think I can't get a n*gga hit, then find out that I can
Think that I can't levitate, but I do like Peter Pan
Think that I can't do the chacha, make that chopper dance
Box up just like UPS, throw on some Call of Duty Vest
Tap his brain, see if there's sh*t, we call that there a dookie test
He went live, talkin' bout his ass was gone shoot, why the hell he ain't do it yet?
He said that he hit my hoe, that sh*t don't count, he ain't screw her yet
n*gga talkin' bout how he gone hit my block, that sh*t there cap, I ain't seen him yet
When I see his ass I'mma leave him wet wet, pause, and nah, I ain't mean it like that
[Verse 2]
Brrr, we got the G's in the cat, big body
I'm finna leave it like that, push off
Ain't tryna leave him like that, big pause
I'm really having these racks
Way before rap I was having these packs
Could've been moving, I had to relax
Now I throw shots anywhere that you at
I put four in your back like a battery pack
Give no f*cks, I'll plug a n*gga's ass up, treat his ass like factory jacket
Like I said, I'll send shots where you at
n*gga wanna find out, n*gga matter of fact

[Chorus]
n*gga like "f*ck T Key, he lame as hell, turn his sh*t off, he opped out"
n*gga got mad at me 'cause I got that drop drop, jumped in the box then hopped out
n*gga dissin' me, I ain't diss him back, push up if you want some clout
All these opp ass n*gga be f, that's your b*tch, how to work that mouth
It's T Key, I ain't gotta remind ya, I ain't worry about a opp, I be eatin' vagina
It ain't nothin' I come and find ya, shoot it up, I'll Columbine ya
Get to workin' that P, and I'm eatin' his leg watch a n*gga keep on firin'
Hit a n*gga ass up Like Tunechi, Wayne, wee-wee-wee, nothin' but sirens