Fijimacintosh - NO KEY (feat. ZellyOcho)

Lyrics

This shit sound like "Trap or Die," that's my shit right there
That song right there
Nigga, what's good?
(Yeah, yeah)
Woo
Woo, woo

I'm in the car but it don't got a key
I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee
My bitch is pretty, she small and petite
Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth
I'm from the bottom, we come from the street
Check out the fit, man, this shit is on fleek
I'm tryna run up a hundred a week
You talking too much, boy, you sound like police
All of the guys in my pocket deceased
and they deep in the creak
Margiela-giela, no regular tee
I  
Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap
All of that envy, it made me a beast
Down with my brothers, they ride for me
Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete

I ain't even let that ho do a week
I changed the bitch, that's my vitamin C
I take a pill then a nigga can see
I fucked your bitch, gave her vitamin D
Confidence level done broke off the breach
Smoking exotic got me out of my beat
Say the wrong thing and end up on a tee
I don't talk tough for no internet creep
You got no money, lil' boy, take a seat
Please watch the way that you talking to me
 
Most of these niggas, they wait and see
Most of these bitches, they hate it to see
Man up myself every time I believe
Can't wear my heart on my motherfucking sleeve
Spiritual war, tell me what you believe

I'm in the car but it don't got a key
I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee
My bitch is pretty, she small and petite
Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth
I'm from the bottom, we come from the street
Check out the fit, man, this shit is on fleek
I'm tryna run up a hundred a week
You talking too much, boy, you sound like police
All of the guys in my pocket deceased
  and they deep in the creak
Margiela-giela, no regular tee
I
Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap
All of that envy, it made me a beast
Down with my brothers, they ride for me
Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete

Ayy, yeah, I'm fucking the bitches, they envying me
Keep me a stick and I don't gotta swing
Good off some liquor, you don't need no lean
Fucking that bitch and I hit every week
Aim automatic, you know we can't link
My bitch is bad and she wet like a sink
If smoke in the air we roll up like a leaf, yeah
Money on my motherfucking mind
Yeah, we slime, we dropping a bomb
  know that you're dying
Bitch, I'm an addict, no money, I'm dying
Ain't rocking no   but bitch, I am violent
I fuck her at   she say I'm stylish, yeah
I learn the wheel, you know that I'm ridin'

I'm in the car but it don't got a key
I put the Chrome Heart on top of my tee
My bitch is pretty, she small and petite
Ten K on white gold to cover my teeth
I'm from the bottom, we come from the street
Check out the fit, man, this shit is on fleek
I'm tryna run up a hundred a week
You talking too much, boy, you sound like police
All of the guys in my pocket deceased
and they deep in the creak
Margiela-giela, no regular tee
I
Hopped in the game and I conquered it cheap
All of that envy, it made me a beast
Down with my brothers, they ride for me
Keep stealing swag but it's obsolete