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(Keys talking) Ok ok , wait wait wait... Yall thought I was done? Yall thought it was over? No! No at all!! Bring that shit in [Verse 1: Keys] Fake bitches get mad When a real bitch come hard They wanted me to knock But I can't I bombard Reppin the Bmore streets Like Relmere and Rumbore Shooting at cha Nikes Have you doing the Spongebob Keys go hard, like cheese without the plastic I'm trying to take these hoes to school Get these girls scholastic You be on that happy shit Keys be on that smack a bitch I'm eating bitches bread Still on my chin I'm on that savage shit She say she hot I think she not I'm like I'll handle it I'm in them dopedealers You be on that sandal shit I dont fuck with fragile shit Cuz I'll most likely damage it I'm hardcore these bitches yolk I take that shit and scramble it Shakin in they boots Ain't even come to city yet I'm all over the Internet Ain't show em a titty yet I bout that real hip hop Like 2Pac and Biggie rep I'm on them big footprints You do that Itty Bitty step (Chorus) X2 Now it was 4 lil bitches On my block talking shit It was 4 lil bullets in my Glock in my clip Now I'm talking to myself Like "Aw, gonna miss" POP POP POP POP they was done That was quick (Keys talking) We going in [Verse 2: Keys] Marching all alone I'm a motherfucking Spartan Running down the street Guns drawn , call me Martin I ain't suprised I heard that bullshit That cha'll be talking Fuck killing Kenny bitch I killed Cartman Light on my seat like a astronaut This is 89 Cuba I got Castro spot Bitches talk so tough I just laugh they not Look down your door, 1 shot Bitch, blast you drop Now I don't wanna talk about how much ass they got And I don't wanna hear bout how much cash they got When it comes down to bars Keys is plasmic hot No , I'm hot like hanging out the window Passing cops Serving fiends, middle fingers up Passing rocks, Cuz bitches running out of time Tick tock tick tock TOO LATE They picking flowers for your casket top I'm a motherfucking torch You cannot ash me, stop You know they wanted me to crawl But I can't I straight ran on em Father had a daughter But I'm so Son Sam on em Turkey bacon bitches But Keys gone go ham on em These bitches Pebbles But Keys go Bam Bam on em