KEY2* Lyrics

Welcome to violet

Yeah, yeah

We took off, we're gone now we outta here

Won't be gone for long, what's the problem here

DND'd the phone we got 'em yeah, word

Yeah, Alright

Bitch want the key to my heart, damn

If I take this bitch to my bedroom

Niggas would look at me dead wrong

What is that shit in yo headphones

Niggas stay chatting a lot I can't stand it

Oxy's been fucking my head up

Bitch I'm so high I don't know when I'm landing

Yeah, Alright

Bitch want the key to my heart, damn

Bitch want to feel on my Balenci jeans and my Bentley a 'tayga it's all foreign

I was just thinking 'bout coppin' that G-Wagon niggas been thinking 'bout off-roading

Swear that the label done tweaked out with me I go big on a bitch I'm a high roller

We getting higher, thought that you'd know

It's a stick party in dis bitch grab your pole

Throw on the COLOR(S) don't fuck with the chrome

You hearing colors? My plug put you on

He wear a vest but we aim for the dome

Them niggas care about your life but I don't

Tired of hearing 'bout shit that you won't do

I'm really tired of these nigga they be cappin' on pro tools

Shit barely fit in my jeans, I count the blue hunnid's it's so new

Tell him his bitch for the team, she fucking the gang and that's on you

Leave a lil nigga deceased my shooters do shit that you won't do

Had to switch up the location

Had to make it out the basement

Way that I'm living amaze me

Niggas gon die when that base hit

I got some niggas that bang red and make beats and gon die bout that placement

Way that he living is real reckless, by the weekend I wonder if he'll make it

Ah okay, go back to that day shift

I'm way past that point, remember when my heart was breaking

Don't compare to that boy I promise that we not adjacent

Lil buddy need renovation

This shit on the tip of my tongue I can taste it

I swear my heart is on glacier

Yeah, Alright

Bitch want the key to my heart, damn

If I take this bitch to my bedroom

Niggas would look at me dead wrong

What is that shit in yo headphones

Niggas stay chatting a lot I can't stand it

Oxy's been fucking my head up

Bitch I'm so high I don't know when I'm landing

Yeah, Alright

Bitch want the key to my heart, damn

Bitch want to feel on my Balenci jeans and my Bentley a 'tayga it's all foreign

I was just thinking 'bout coppin' that G-Wagon niggas been thinking 'bout off-roading

Swear that the label done tweaked out with me I go big on a bitch I'm a high roller

Welcome to violet