Key to the Street Lyrics By Quavo
Yeah, 2 Chainz, whoa
I got the keys to the Wraith, inside look like outer space, uh uh
I had a mean with no plate, I take myself out on dates, uh uh
I got the key to the mansion, Hoe call my phone, I don't answer
I fuck a bitch on a Banshee, my chandelier'll start dancin', uh uh
I got the key to the Maybach, I got the key to the Phantom, uh uh
I got .38 special, it got black tape 'round the handle, uh uh
I got a lock on my shoe, that's a Buscemi pattern, yeah
Rest in piece Johnny, man, he had more keys than Khaled, yeah
All of my flows is violent, all of my hoes is silent
All of my hoe's is naughty, when they expose their body
They got a pole beside it, don't need no clothes beside it
All of my hoe's excited, if you got gas then light it
Got you a case? Then fight it, Empty the safe deposit, uh uh
I got money way before the deal, put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your hoe and pay her bills
Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your hoe on a leash, got a plug he Vietnamese
We the ****'s they wanna be, 'cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets, hey we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets, hey we got the key to the streets
We got key, we got key, we got key, ****
Put some extra on it, make your partner bleed with him
When it's extra on, it ain't guaranteed, ****
I put some extra on it, can't believe I sold it
I'm a gangsta and your bitch she love that
Lookin' at my ankle, I'm like, where the love at?
I've been juggin' since a fucking rugrat, you probably was a rat, snitch
I've been closin' deals way before the rap
Bakin' soda wrapped, try and get a bigger 'mount
****'s lyin', told my kid can't even get around
Hey, ****'s lyin', tell my kid keep tryna' make a sound
I need my crown, ****, I'm talkin' Nino Brown
I got money way before the deal, put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your hoe and pay her bills
Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your hoe on a leash, got a plug he Vietnamese
We the ****'s they wanna be, 'cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets, hey we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets, hey we got the key to the streets
I told my bitch I'll get her a Birkin Bag, I had no idea that shit was 30 bands
Fuck the record deal, I got sex appeal, lit like an electric eel
Fat rims, anorexic wheels
I got the keys to the streets on my key chain, like jang-a-lang, jang-a-lang
****'s namin' names, doin' anything for a famous name
And theses hoes the same, we were supposed to change it since Dr. King
We shall overcome, we never overcame
I take over the game, and if you think it's a game
Then it's all about the final score of the game
I put my woe in the game, I put my hoe on the cane
Now we fuck more, gave my daughter the game
****'s all the same and I done broke every heart but yours
I just pulled off from the gun store
And the Azure was something that'll make you tuck yours
I got the keys to the streets but I don't need nothing but my feet for your front door
Lil' daddy cause I'm illmatic, I'm still at it
Now she lookin' at it, now she lookin' at me
Fly her to Miami, now the bitch tannin', now she lookin' khaki
I'm lookin' for it, purple active, I'ma sip it like a virgin daiquiri
In Cuba with my **** Dirty Harry, walk a fine line with sturdy banisters
Got birdies landin', got murderers handy
I'ma take a power nap, 'cause I done got so comfy in the trap, I forgot I rap
Plus I'm on so much shit, my insides feelin' like a lava lamp
Anybody trip, collar flap, you better tighten your bottle cap, little ****
I got money way before the deal, put my bitches in new pair of heels
I might fuck your hoe and pay her bills
Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah
I got your hoe on a leash, got a plug he Vietnamese
We the ****'s they wanna be, 'cause we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets, hey we got the key to the streets
We got the key to the streets, hey we got the key to the streets
