Keys to the Streets lyrics

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
b*tches 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
b*tches 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

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
Bro just popped a pill, it ain't no Tylenol
When he off them b*tches he ain't got it all
n*gga if this chopper get to striking off
Your whole team gon' run like the quarterback just hiked the ball
With my slimes, them my n*ggas, 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 n*ggas
None of these hoes special, none of these b*tches different
Bentley 350, watch it clean sixty
Say I f*cked a scam, so I rock with them pros, it got tempting
n*ggas 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 b*tch a whore
Last song I made, I hope they'll play that b*tch in court
[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
b*tches 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
b*tches 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

[Verse 2: Cash Click Boog]
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 n*ggas
b*tches barely noticed me when I ain't have no cash
Now they know to f*ck with me they gotta have a bag
Shafe got a pole on him, he'll do you bad
Me and Dilla worth a check, n*gga 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 f*ckin' 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 n*gga
You ain't my motherf*ckin' dog, I don't know you n*gga
Back then when I was down bad y'all ain't know a n*gga
[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
b*tches 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
b*tches 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