[Chorus: Cash Click Boog & Tee Grizzley]
Bitches 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
Bitches 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 bitches he ain't got it all
Nigga if this chopper get to striking off
Your whole team gon' run like the quarterback just hiked the ball
With my slimes, them my niggas, 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 niggas
None of these hoes special, none of these bitches different
Bentley 350, watch it clean sixty
Say I fucked a scam, so I rock with them pros, it got tempting
Niggas 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 bitch a whore
Last song I made, I hope they'll play that bitch in court
Bitches 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
Bitches 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 bitches he ain't got it all
Nigga if this chopper get to striking off
Your whole team gon' run like the quarterback just hiked the ball
With my slimes, them my niggas, 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 niggas
None of these hoes special, none of these bitches different
Bentley 350, watch it clean sixty
Say I fucked a scam, so I rock with them pros, it got tempting
Niggas 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 bitch a whore
Last song I made, I hope they'll play that bitch in court
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