KEYS 2 ATLANTA Lyrics – PlaqueBoyMax, Sk8star

Read the complete KEYS 2 ATLANTA Lyrics by PlaqueBoyMax, Sk8star, diamond* (ATL) and Tezzus along with song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Sk8star]
Huh? What? Slatt
Woo, Ø Way, woo, woo, racks

[Chorus: Sk8star]
I don’t give a fu*k ’bout a b!tch (Let’s go)
I wipe ’em, I’m slime as it gets (I’m slime)
My wrist, it’s puking, it’s sick (It’s sick, eww)
Mike Tyson, that motherfu*ka hit (Woo, woo)
I fu*k on that ho like a rose (Rose)
I’m geeking, I pop the G6 (Six)
The Qua’ goo, I pour me a four

Twenty-five hundred this cup, I’ma hiss
This Glock got a button, that motherfu*ka switch
We shot at your body, you ain’t go do s*it
I was just broke, I just was fu*ked up (Fu*ked up)
I just fu*ked up Gucci, I’m straight as it gets (Racks)

[Verse 1: diamond*, Teezus]
You could catch me in that new ‘Rari
Truck finna dirty up me and lil’ Faygo
I shoot by myself, b!tch, I don’t need nobody
I did me a hit in the Waymo
B!tch, I’m a king, if I buy her a body, I promise she do what I say so
I’ll crush a purp, put that s*it in my Sprite, I’m getting too geeked up like Fabo
Since a lil’ kid, I had the big dreams, I’m having the keys to Atlanta
You all with pussies, my crew is filled up with drug dealers and a few scammers
I fu*k the white b!tch, I’m making her sing, I call this ho, “Hannah Montana”
Who do I trust? Nobody but me, so I tatted Tony Montana (Ø Way)

[Verse 2: Teezus]
I’m stepping on s*it in my 424s
Thick yellow b!tch, I call her Yuri
Lil’ n!gga was a snitch, so I fu*ked his hoe
I sent a lil’ hit and they took his jewellery
We been popping ever since the last show
Hit a lick for a brick and the s*it was the purist

And you better keep a pole, get smoked at the park
Got your ho crossing Øs with the bros after dark
N!gga getting rolled, get the pole and it’s war (Ø Way)
I just poured a four in the foreign four-door (Ø Way)
I put four hoes in the foreign four-door
I was on tour, finna take ’em all North
I was on tour, finna jump in the crowd
N!gga, I’m surfing, ain’t touching the floor (Ø Way)
We put in work and we come from the South
After she fu*ked me, we fu*ked up the stores, yeah (Ø Way)

[Verse 3: Sk8star]
(Let’s go) I buy the ho Birkin, this ain’t Michael Kors (Michael Kors)
I’m just never flinching, I’m splurging
I spend like a dub, got some for my wh*re (What?)
I’m tripping, my cup way too dirty
I chill like a knight with this ho on my sword
Put bread on they head, now they crazy
I cop some of these rocks, send your ass to the Lord, yeah

[Chorus: Sk8star]
I don’t give a fu*k ’bout a b!tch (Let’s go)
I wipe ’em, I’m slime as it gets (I’m slime)
My wrist, it’s puking, it’s sick (It’s sick, eww)
Mike Tyson, that motherfu*ka hit (Woo, woo)
I fu*k on that ho like a rose (Rose)
I’m geeking, I pop the G6 (Six)
The Qua’ goo, I pour me a four
Twenty-five hundred this cup, I’ma hiss