"So So Def" lyrics
Fast life, vroom
Vroom, vroom, vroom
All black fit with the ski mask, gloves leave no proof or residue
Black jacket, black jeans, black [?] with it too
I leave my phone on don't disturb, if it ain't no guap for me and my troops
I fell in love with [?], I don't got a Glock she ball and hoop
Feel like C4 on my Glock cause' that shit goin' boom
Old hoes gon' get ignored, I already gave them the move
These bitches gon' jump ship if they think you struggling with moves
In a hot girl summer, ain't no chill pill, all this jewelry just keep me cool
Saying that I can't even be around here, on the premises, on the block
Niggas be tryna' get me blackballed, keep your hands up out my pocket
Aim from Houston, Glock from Texas and it's NASA with them rockets
VVS's diamonds glisten and that water like a faucet
Independent, support myself but I still got them label options
I be shooting, you be thoting, they just care about who more popping
Young nigga with old head haters, I got old opps
I'ma pay you back in bullet shells, that's all I owe opps
Hellcat, SRT, always gon' beat the police
Niggas be slow as hell, they can't keep up with me
I told you bitches, you gon' need about 4, 5 feet
Tryna' keep up with me, you best be a centipede
Had to up the fire on this nigga and I considered him a brother
If we gang then we stuck, it ain't no switching up on each other
She done upped the fire up on these niggas, upped the score, I love it
I be walking but I seen the [?] step on motherfuckers
Yall be talking but your team don't seem to never help each other
Always want a handout but don't even throw hands for your brother
That choppa' got him when he popped out just to clean him, get to scrubbing
Hellcat be burning rubber, fuck her raw don't need no rubber
Say you a shooter then you best show me, say you gang then you going
I'ma train these bitches like a locomotive
Real robbers fuck the looting, air it out we really shooting
We be pulling up, he said he wanted smoke and we pollute him
TTB
Thirty four double O
Believe in me
Key to the streets
Got a key to the streets
Got a key to the streets
Vroom, vroom, vroom
All black fit with the ski mask, gloves leave no proof or residue
Black jacket, black jeans, black [?] with it too
I leave my phone on don't disturb, if it ain't no guap for me and my troops
I fell in love with [?], I don't got a Glock she ball and hoop
Feel like C4 on my Glock cause' that shit goin' boom
Old hoes gon' get ignored, I already gave them the move
These bitches gon' jump ship if they think you struggling with moves
In a hot girl summer, ain't no chill pill, all this jewelry just keep me cool
Saying that I can't even be around here, on the premises, on the block
Niggas be tryna' get me blackballed, keep your hands up out my pocket
Aim from Houston, Glock from Texas and it's NASA with them rockets
VVS's diamonds glisten and that water like a faucet
Independent, support myself but I still got them label options
I be shooting, you be thoting, they just care about who more popping
Young nigga with old head haters, I got old opps
I'ma pay you back in bullet shells, that's all I owe opps
Hellcat, SRT, always gon' beat the police
Niggas be slow as hell, they can't keep up with me
I told you bitches, you gon' need about 4, 5 feet
Tryna' keep up with me, you best be a centipede
Had to up the fire on this nigga and I considered him a brother
If we gang then we stuck, it ain't no switching up on each other
She done upped the fire up on these niggas, upped the score, I love it
I be walking but I seen the [?] step on motherfuckers
Yall be talking but your team don't seem to never help each other
Always want a handout but don't even throw hands for your brother
That choppa' got him when he popped out just to clean him, get to scrubbing
Hellcat be burning rubber, fuck her raw don't need no rubber
Say you a shooter then you best show me, say you gang then you going
I'ma train these bitches like a locomotive
Real robbers fuck the looting, air it out we really shooting
We be pulling up, he said he wanted smoke and we pollute him
TTB
Thirty four double O
Believe in me
Key to the streets
Got a key to the streets
Got a key to the streets
Writer(s): Taajwar Latimore, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
