Key Ringtones

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (ayy, Sledgren, this shit slap) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (Glizock) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, I know that she a beat back (uh) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah, yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (uh-uh) Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag I was 14, already in the deep end (yeah) 15 years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah) Turned 16, Glock 17 extended (yeah) 18, 19, made my first million (yeah, yeah) 20 years old in a fuckin' McLaren (skrrt, skrrt) You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats (yeah) Remember them days I was trappin' them baggies Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm havin' this shit (yeah) My money good, got the baddest lil' bitches (uh) Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction Money talkin' right now, shut up and listen My diamonds hittin' like Sonny Liston (ice) I fucked around, put some stones in my dentals (ice) These niggas broke and I think they should fix it (yeah) I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em (yeah, yeah) I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah) 5.56s sound like a missile (yeah, yeah) Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you" (yeah) I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols Fuck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah) Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled, yeah Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah, yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that (fire) Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (yeah, yeah) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (heah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back (yeah) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (yeah) I ran through a check like a nigga at recess I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (bah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave my bitch before my strap, I mean that I'm ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat (skrrt, skrrt) Bitch got a purse full of Percs, it's a beanbag Fat got the gat, he gon' splat, that's my wingman (fat) I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team man (yeah) Young nigga rich as fuck, still be schemin' (yeah) Young nigga cold, ask your ho, I'm a penguin I been told you hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' penguin (cold) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Eating on the side of the street Feasting out your window I'm horny come here right now And lead me cause I can't see my toes Breathing is becoming harder I'm wheezing always blowin my nose Squeezing into my blue jeans and Sleeping in a pretty meadow And I don't know how But I'm feelin like a cow And I don't know why I haven't felt this bad In a long time I'm screaming cause you tipped me over I'm crying cause that really hurt I'm leanin I'm scared and my head is Spinning and it's hard to swallow I don't know how But I'm feelin like a cow And I don't know why I haven't felt this bad In a long time I don't know how But I'm feelin like a cow And I don't know why I haven't felt this bad In a long time I haven't felt this bad In a long time I haven't felt this bad In a long time I haven't felt this bad In a long time

On a beach twenty yards from the roadside Back again 6 AM far from sleep Must be 290 blue on the water It's gray to me 3 CV is all I see Green can only hold you in the garden Too much red will go right to your head But if it's all the same to you Give me back my blue Other colors fade anyway I'm colorblind three way tragedy Pantone memory grayscale eyes Maybe i'm paranoid yeah that's my problem You almost have to be when you look like me Stopped in the shade of a road sign When the sun rose like a bomb Tried to read the simple writing But the letters came out wrong It's all white lines to me But things are getting clearer I can almost read the writing in the mirror I'm colorblind three way tragedy Pantone memory grayscale eyes Maybe i'm paranoid yeah that's my problem You almost have to be when you look like me Green can only hold you in the garden Too much red will go right to your head But if it's all the same to you Give me back my blue Other colors fade anyway I'm colorblind freeway tragedy Pantone memory x-ray eyes Where'd all the color go on my radio? You almost have to be a satellite to see.