Testo Keys 2 The City

Performed by Yukmouth & Lee Majors.

(Hook)
Smoking on kush, slidin through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50
Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city You want 100 pack but he only bought 50
And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty
Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me

(Verse)
Holler at yo fuckin boy, got everything from girl to that motherfuckin boy
My pockets full grown, you a motherfuckin boy
King gutta, sandbox, I got all the fuckin toys
You ain't to be a part, niggas lookin like they starving
I got a job for you, nigga meet me at the gardens
6 500 block, locked with the gardens
I made my block apartment nigga rockin up the margin
Step into my office, let me check yo G vows
So you never snitched and know how to break K down I be hard in the pay like Shaq on the re-sign
Well I'm the motherfuckin connect, the mex is on speed dial
Another goon hired, put his ass to work
So I grab the Gucci duffle bag and flew his ass to work
Put stars on the track, niggas call me Captain Kirk
It be cool through the month but it be smackin on the verse

(Hook)
Smoking on kush, slidin through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50
Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city
You want 100 pack but he only bought 50
And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty
Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me

(Verse)
I'm the motherfuckin man
Cuz I could work wonders with these motherfuckin hands
Whip it like a slave when that motherfucker raid
Bring the choppa to yo city like the motherfuckin bed
100 grand wrap the rubber bands, vacuum sealed
Throw bricks with the dragon stamp on the true deal
I never sold a pack to a nigga that squealed
Cuz even yo little bruh could be a rat, blue hill
The trap shit is ill, niggas gotta stay sharp
And separate the goonies from the motherfuckin mobs
And separate the guppies from the motherfuckin sharks
I'm just stickin to the script, nigga play yo fuckin part
All these phony ass trappers, nigga you a actor
Fake ass coke prices, nigga who asked ya?
I'm getting to the cake, pushing weight like a tractor
Cuz 1988 they was callin me a factor

(Hook)
Smoking on kush, slidin through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50
Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city
You want 100 pack but he only bought 50
And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty
Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me

(Verse)
Smoking on kush, riding through my city
Sittin up high, I got some drugs on 50's
Regime mobster, come get with me
Yea I got the line from Bobby and Whitney
I mean cocaine history, I whip up instantly
Ice cubes in a jar, make you locks so pretty
46 zips and the kid can't count
Money comin in but a large is amount
My hands touch dough, I could make it snow
Bar set me up, I cop 12 bricks of bow
Gunnin for the low, sold em for high
Purple not dark enough, hit it with the dye
Twerk it back boy, elbow the bars
Trapped in the west, kids in the yard
Catch me by the stove, cheffin up hard
Maje I'm the boy boy like my nigga Marv

(Hook)
Smoking on kush, slidin through the city
The Glock hold 30 but the choppa hold 50
Regime mobsters, rest in peace to Pretty
Bricks for the low, I got them keys to the city
And I'm smoking on kush, ridin through the city
You want 100 pack but he only bought 50
And that nigga tax so its price sellin shitty
Holla at yo boy, I got them keys to the city
Real niggas rock with me