Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keys, artist - NoplugDate of issue: 24.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keys |
| Yeah, yeah, Offset |
| No future, Slaughter Gang |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Boy, you ain’t droppin, ain’t cop shit |
| Nope! |
| Boy, you ain’t drop, you ain’t cop shit |
| Talkin' 'bout the Glock, you ain’t pop shit |
| I got mo' keys than a locksmith |
| Patek diamond flip, do a cartwheel |
| Pick out what you want, get a bag or a key |
| Hundred round, better get the kids out the street |
| Blue strip hundreds and they stack real neat |
| Flooded water, come and take a dive in Philippe |
| You out here playin' games and a nigga tryna cheat |
| You ain’t got no stand in the game, take a seat |
| Got a whole fifty ball in the Goyard brief |
| Thot little bitches and they all gon' knee |
| Glock with a missile, take a dog off his feet |
| Pot in the kitchen, make a milly out the street |
| Keep quiet in the kitchen 'cause the babies all sleep |
| Watch the young nigga 'cause the young nigga creep |
| We do not hide, stick with the 9 |
| Kel-Tec, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah |
| Caught his ass slippin, he flexin', no lie |
| He thought I was sweet because I’m from Nawfside |
| Mama told me not to hang with them guys |
| That all of 'em snitches and all of 'em pie |
| Duct tape his mouth if he do not comply |
| Light the bitch up like the 4th of July |
| My diamonds is cool, money long like a Jew |
| Louboutins drippin', two thousand a shoe |
| Two on the mission, two Glocks in the coupe |
| You had them benjies, what happened to you? |
| Young niggas we got the throne, but we grown |
| Gone, holmes, not pickin' no bone |
| Don’t know what he on, but this lil boy better watch out his tone |
| Sit back and we called his name in a song |
| Migos, No Plug over here, we alone |
| At your front door with a nigga, ding-dong |
| Watchin', they copy, these wannabe clones |
| They don’t want war 'cause the money too long |
| (Brr, brr, brr, brr) |
| Boy, you ain’t drop, you ain’t cop shit |
| Talkin' 'bout the Glock, you ain’t pop shit |
| I got mo' keys than a locksmith |
| Patek diamond flip, do a cartwheel |
| Pick out what you want, get a bag or a key |
| Hundred round, better get the kids out the street |
| Blue strip hundreds and they stack real neat |
| Flooded water, come and take a dive in Philippe |
| You out here playin' games and a nigga tryna cheat |
| You ain’t got no stain in the game, take a seat |
| Got a whole fifty ball in the Goyard brief |
| Thot little bitches and they all gon' knee |
| Glock with a missile, take a dog off his feet |
| Pot in the kitchen, make a milly out the street |
| Keep quiet in the kitchen 'cause the babies all sleep |
| Watch the young nigga 'cause the young nigga creep |
| Whip off the lot, crack in the pot |
| Told Offset, boy I can’t cook in the crockpot |
| Want a whole brick? |
| Just meet me at the trap spot |
| Know I got a set like J. J. Watt |
| Bankroll on me, bitch thick like snot |
| Drop the whole muh’fuckin' brick on the watch |
| Louie on my wrist |
| Give me 60 minutes, I can cook a 36 |
| All this water got a nigga seasick |
| Four to the nine, nigga that’s a remix |
| Tell baby dawg I was just cookin' cheese grits |
| All this muh’fuckin' gold like the A-Team |
| Been ballin' on niggas since 18 |
| I got China white bitch, call it Beijing |
| And a knife when I pull up in a Saleen |
| Nigga got scared when he see the red beam |
| I ain’t for nigga, know we gon ride |
| Slaughter Gang Music but I’m breakin' down pies |
| Turn a deuce to a four nigga, oh my |
| Servin' niggas in Alabama, rollin' tide |
| Nigga tryna shoot, but he closed his eyes |
| When a nigga play nigga jumpin' offside |
| Flag on a play, I’ma hit him with the K |
| I catch him at Lenox I’ma do him broad day |
| Boy, you ain’t cop shit |
| Talkin' 'bout the Glock, you ain’t pop shit |
| I got mo' keys than a locksmith |
| Patek diamond flip, do a cartwheel |
| Pick out what you want, get a bag or a key |
| Hundred round, better get the kids out the street |
| Blue strip hundreds and they stack real neat |
| Flooded water, come and take a dive in Philippe |
| You out here playin' games and a nigga tryna cheat |
| You ain’t got no stain in the game, take a seat |
| Got a whole fifty ball in the Goyard brief |
| Thot little bitches and they all gon' knee |
| Glock with a missile, take a dog off his feet |
| Pot in the kitchen, make a milly out the street |
| Keep quiet in the kitchen 'cause the babies all sleep |
| Watch the young nigga 'cause the young nigga creep |