Listen to Key to the Streets (feat. Migos & Trouble) by YFN Lucci

Key to the Streets (feat. Migos & Trouble)

YFN Lucci

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

YFN Lucci - Key To The Streets feat. Migos and Trouble [Official Music Video]
Watch {trackName} music video by {artistName}

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFN Lucci
YFN Lucci
Vocals
Migos
Migos
Vocals
Trouble
Trouble
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
June James
June James
Composer
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Mariel Orr
Mariel Orr
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Rayshawn Lamar Bennett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
June James
June James
Producer

Lyrics

(June, you're a genius) Yeah, huh (Think It's A Game?) I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be 'Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets (yeah, yeah) Young nigga from the Nawf (ayy, Nawf, yeah) Got my eye on the streets like a hawk (ayy, hawk, yeah) Wrap 'em, put 'em on a boat (wrap 'em up) Boy, you better not choke (boy) And there ain't no runnin' off (nawf, nawf) We got the key to the streets (streets), everybody notice me (me) Used to dream about 50 thousand in my jeans Now 50 thousand cheap to me Remember the days watching the Hot Boys and Master P Now I'm down in Miami One phone call, I pull up on Weezy (brr) All of my niggas with me, you feel me Straps on everybody in the building All of niggas came from dealing Or either they kicking in doors and stealing I feel like I'm not having no feelings Before the fame, seen quarter million Came from robbing pizza man At the top of apartment buildings I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels Ho-ho, ho-whoa, I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be 'Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets, yeah (oh) We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets, hey, yeah (oh) I'm from the dirty, we play dirty All these sticks they dirty, we don't fight, get murdered If my niggas said, "Fuck you," then I'm sorry for you If my niggas ain't fucking, then get out ho, hurry Real trapper, never seen a drought, we gon' ship 'em out Any problem, we gon' air 'em out, what they talking 'bout? We don't count and weigh it now, no we ain't servin' no ounce We sip purple, we ain't never out, we ain't never out, hey, ayy Hit up Quavo, we gon' need another bando I'ma flood that bitch with more keys than a piano, yeah All these bitches say they love me, I'm so handsome Yeah, they know 'bout Lucci, go and ask 'em, they gon' tell ya, yeah I got money way before the deal Put my bitches in new pair of heels I might fuck your ho and pay her bills Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be 'Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets Takeoff! I got the key to the streets, my nigga Just like Dr. Dre, he got the beats (tell 'em where you come from) I come straight up out of 1500 That's the block, my niggas over East, woo! Double-cup, but no iced tea (lean) Pour me a four before I go to sleep (got to) Fucked around and landed in the hospital Geekin' off the Henn' and the lean, whoa Takeoff! (Sup Skoob?) Man, go 'head, take off, what, what (bet!) 24-7, no day off (naw), balling like we in the Playoffs (ball, ball) 20 bitches at the playhouse You quick to freeze up when that 'K out (Graow) If that bitch ain't tryna fuck, I kick her out the house Like Martin, lil' bitty bitch stay out (bitch) They like to whoop me 'til them Ks out Get to looking for some ways out You niggas ain't workin', you're laid off Choppa decapitate him, blow his face off (graow) Won't get it 'til these niggas laid out Assassinating, knock him off like I'm Adolf (baow) Been getting money, 19 with a 650 Nut seen me stunting, B.I.P., Blood I got money way before the deal (yah) Put my bitches in new pair of heels (skoob) I might fuck your ho and pay her bills (yeah) Yeah, we was taught to get it how we live, yeah (Talk to 'em Lu, talk to 'em Lu) I got your ho on a leash Got a plug, he Vietnamese We the niggas they wanna be 'Cause we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets We got the key to the streets Hey, we got the key to the streets, hey, yeah (oh)
Writer(s): Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Rayshawn Lamar Bennett, June James, Mariel Orr, Kirshnik Khari Ball Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out