[Keys:]
See when you say shit like, you killed every rap bitch in the building,
A real lyrical bitch get mad and gotta go in on your dumb ass. Like this, okay!
[Keys:]
Ok, I was on the mutherf*ckin Youtube,
Had my little nephew, trying to find 'em Blues Clues,
Then I seen something about a new lil rap bitch,
Told em hold tight, I just had to click that shit.
Then I'm like what? My? must got a virus. This is not a rap bitch, this is Miley Cyrus,
Must be something wrong 'cause the speakers is playin'?
But she on the second verse is still not saying ***.
Then I'm like oh my shit acting right, it's just this bitch simply not rapping right. See I was laying low ya'll - I was on my trap shit. Putting it off, I'll get back to the rap shit, I'm a let em, simmer the hit em with the fire. But I ain't know the need was this muther f*ckin dyer I ain't know ya'll was listening to these fakin ass birds and shit, I ain't know they was making up words and shit.
[Keys:]
But it's cool, we rollin up the black trucks, we ridin out, first stop gon' be, that slut, f*ck five stars, tell em Keys is a galaxy, the Rap game's hungry, tell em that I'm calories, I'm sneezin at these bitches, fake chickens is an allergy. I don't get gifts, niggas put me on the salary, now who is gonna pop off, got hard, not soft, I used your last mixed tape to wipe my niece snot off. I am an infection. How you gonna stop it? I'm all up in your blood stream, no antibiotics, they like Keys drop it, I'm like naw, pop shit. Swagger is galactic. I'm a need a rocket. If bitches are responding, then I think they shouldn't. Leave there brains gelatinous than banana pudding, but see, I ain't gonna talk about it, Cops gon draw some chalk about it,
These birds ain't about shit, they just gon' Skuawk about it.
If you wanna try me, you know where to find me.
I be in my den eating bitches where the lions be,
I saw it come up, bitch I never felt ya!
Your a Harajuku Barbie then I'm gonna melt ya.
**** sounds stupid, who the f*ck talks like that?
You not hard, you get killed round theses parts like that.
F*ck tryin to get shine off ya name. I'm a muther f*ckin bully,
I ain't worried about the fame. But, I don't see another rap bitch around the pick on.
I'm speaking for the hood they say you whack. I'm sorry,
I'm a grown ass women what I need with a Barbie?
When I did play with toys it was Nines[Guns] and Glocks[Guns].
Was no Polly in my pocket, I was totin' them rocks.
And when them boys tried play, I'm like no you dumb,
I was chasing big shit they money was too young. If you think about popin, I will smash you stop! Ya bars is in- existent like the gats[courage] you got.
And this shit sound faker, then that ass you got! I'm Keys what good is that getting latches locked.
When you thought that you killed every bitch on the spot,
Keys was in the parking lot loading the glock.
When you came out the door finished gluing your weave in,
Keys ran up on that ass bitch you ain't leaving!
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[Keys:]
See when you say shit like, you killed every rap bitch in the building,
A real lyrical bitch get mad and gotta go in on your dumb ass. Like this, okay!
[Keys:]
Ok, I was on the mutherf*ckin Youtube,
Had my little nephew, trying to find 'em Blues Clues,
Then I seen something about a new lil rap bitch,
Told em hold tight, I just had to click that shit.
Then I'm like what? My? must got a virus. This is not a rap bitch, this is Miley Cyrus,
Must be something wrong 'cause the speakers is playin'?
But she on the second verse is still not saying ***.
Then I'm like oh my shit acting right, it's just this bitch simply not rapping right. See I was laying low ya'll - I was on my trap shit. Putting it off, I'll get back to the rap shit, I'm a let em, simmer the hit em with the fire. But I ain't know the need was this muther f*ckin dyer I ain't know ya'll was listening to these fakin ass birds and shit, I ain't know they was making up words and shit.
[Keys:]
But it's cool, we rollin up the black trucks, we ridin out, first stop gon' be, that slut, f*ck five stars, tell em Keys is a galaxy, the Rap game's hungry, tell em that I'm calories, I'm sneezin at these bitches, fake chickens is an allergy. I don't get gifts, niggas put me on the salary, now who is gonna pop off, got hard, not soft, I used your last mixed tape to wipe my niece snot off. I am an infection. How you gonna stop it? I'm all up in your blood stream, no antibiotics, they like Keys drop it, I'm like naw, pop shit. Swagger is galactic. I'm a need a rocket. If bitches are responding, then I think they shouldn't. Leave there brains gelatinous than banana pudding, but see, I ain't gonna talk about it, Cops gon draw some chalk about it,
These birds ain't about shit, they just gon' Skuawk about it.
If you wanna try me, you know where to find me.
I be in my den eating bitches where the lions be,
I saw it come up, bitch I never felt ya!
Your a Harajuku Barbie then I'm gonna melt ya.
**** sounds stupid, who the f*ck talks like that?
You not hard, you get killed round theses parts like that.
F*ck tryin to get shine off ya name. I'm a muther f*ckin bully,
I ain't worried about the fame. But, I don't see another rap bitch around the pick on.
I'm speaking for the hood they say you whack. I'm sorry,
I'm a grown ass women what I need with a Barbie?
When I did play with toys it was Nines[Guns] and Glocks[Guns].
Was no Polly in my pocket, I was totin' them rocks.
And when them boys tried play, I'm like no you dumb,
I was chasing big shit they money was too young. If you think about popin, I will smash you stop! Ya bars is in- existent like the gats[courage] you got.
And this shit sound faker, then that ass you got! I'm Keys what good is that getting latches locked.
When you thought that you killed every bitch on the spot,
Keys was in the parking lot loading the glock.
When you came out the door finished gluing your weave in,
Keys ran up on that ass bitch you ain't leaving!
See when you say shit like, you killed every rap bitch in the building,
A real lyrical bitch get mad and gotta go in on your dumb ass. Like this, okay!
[Keys:]
Ok, I was on the mutherf*ckin Youtube,
Had my little nephew, trying to find 'em Blues Clues,
Then I seen something about a new lil rap bitch,
Told em hold tight, I just had to click that shit.
Then I'm like what? My? must got a virus. This is not a rap bitch, this is Miley Cyrus,
Must be something wrong 'cause the speakers is playin'?
But she on the second verse is still not saying ***.
Then I'm like oh my shit acting right, it's just this bitch simply not rapping right. See I was laying low ya'll - I was on my trap shit. Putting it off, I'll get back to the rap shit, I'm a let em, simmer the hit em with the fire. But I ain't know the need was this muther f*ckin dyer I ain't know ya'll was listening to these fakin ass birds and shit, I ain't know they was making up words and shit.
[Keys:]
But it's cool, we rollin up the black trucks, we ridin out, first stop gon' be, that slut, f*ck five stars, tell em Keys is a galaxy, the Rap game's hungry, tell em that I'm calories, I'm sneezin at these bitches, fake chickens is an allergy. I don't get gifts, niggas put me on the salary, now who is gonna pop off, got hard, not soft, I used your last mixed tape to wipe my niece snot off. I am an infection. How you gonna stop it? I'm all up in your blood stream, no antibiotics, they like Keys drop it, I'm like naw, pop shit. Swagger is galactic. I'm a need a rocket. If bitches are responding, then I think they shouldn't. Leave there brains gelatinous than banana pudding, but see, I ain't gonna talk about it, Cops gon draw some chalk about it,
These birds ain't about shit, they just gon' Skuawk about it.
If you wanna try me, you know where to find me.
I be in my den eating bitches where the lions be,
I saw it come up, bitch I never felt ya!
Your a Harajuku Barbie then I'm gonna melt ya.
**** sounds stupid, who the f*ck talks like that?
You not hard, you get killed round theses parts like that.
F*ck tryin to get shine off ya name. I'm a muther f*ckin bully,
I ain't worried about the fame. But, I don't see another rap bitch around the pick on.
I'm speaking for the hood they say you whack. I'm sorry,
I'm a grown ass women what I need with a Barbie?
When I did play with toys it was Nines[Guns] and Glocks[Guns].
Was no Polly in my pocket, I was totin' them rocks.
And when them boys tried play, I'm like no you dumb,
I was chasing big shit they money was too young. If you think about popin, I will smash you stop! Ya bars is in- existent like the gats[courage] you got.
And this shit sound faker, then that ass you got! I'm Keys what good is that getting latches locked.
When you thought that you killed every bitch on the spot,
Keys was in the parking lot loading the glock.
When you came out the door finished gluing your weave in,
Keys ran up on that ass bitch you ain't leaving!