"Keys To The City" lyrics

I ain't never finna quit 'til my gang gets rich
If I back this stick out, I'ma swing this bitch
Got the drop on your opp, need two hundred for this
He vibe with the other side, so I ain't fuckin' with jit
Like I told you, ain't no nigga comin' like a nigga out the Nola
Resume straight, gangster shit on my folder
Giving out crack rock samples of that yola
Slidin' through Boca, ayy, cracker, do you party?
Nothin' less than a hundred every time they call me
And I'm in a Toyota, meet me at the Arby's
I spit raps, turned the 'Yota to a 'Rari
I'm flippin' packs, told my bitch, "Flip houses"
My whip real retarded, gotta push it just to start this bitch up
I need the keys to the city so I can lock this bitch up
And I keep a FN 'cause I'm a fuck nigga killer
Soon a rapper say it's up, I'm tryna pull up on his Sprinter
I'm a gangster in a suit and I'm always in the loop
I got shooters for my shooters, they know I'm a shooter too
Tell that nigga, "Keep it cute" 'fore shit get ugly
I need some soup, I've drinking on an empty stomach
Golden Acres, eighteen hundred, I'm a Z, I'm a zombie
Nigga askin' who to kill 'cause that's how he get his money
Got the Scat Pack tinted up, zig zaggin'
Nigga did somethin' to me, you know he big flaggin'