Key to the Streets lyrics

[Produced by June James]

[Chorus: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my b*tches in new pair of heels
I might f*ck 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 n*ggas 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

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Young n*gga from the Nawf (aye, Nawf yea)
Got my eye on the streets like a hawk (aye, hawk yea)
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 n*ggas with me, you feel me
Straps on everybody in the building
All of n*ggas 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
[Chorus: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my b*tches in new pair of heels
Ho-ho, ho-whoa, I might f*ck 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 n*ggas 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)

[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
I’m from the dirty, we play dirty
All these sticks they dirty, we don’t fight, get murdered
If my n*ggas said, "f*ck you," then I’m sorry for you
If my n*ggas ain’t f*cking, 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 b*tch with more keys than a piano, yeah
All these b*tches say they love me, I’m so handsome
Yeah they know ‘bout Lucci, go and ask 'em, they gon tell ya, yeah
[Chorus: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal
Put my b*tches in new pair of heels
I might f*ck 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 n*ggas 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

[Verse 3: Takeoff & Trouble]
Takeoff! I got the key to the streets, my n*gga
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 n*ggas over East
Double-cup, but no iced tea (Lean)
Pour me a four before I go to sleep (Got to)
f*cked 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 b*tches at the playhouse
You quick to freeze up when that K out (Graow)
If that b*tch ain’t tryna f*ck, I kick her out the house
Like Martin, lil bitty b*tch stay out (b*tch)
They like to whoop me ’til them Ks out
Get to looking for some ways out
You n*ggas ain’t workin’, you're laid off
Choppa decapitate him, blow his face off (Graow)
Won’t get it ‘til these n*ggas 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
[Chorus: Quavo & YFN Lucci]
I got money way before the deal (Yah)
Put my b*tches in new pair of heels (Skoob)
I might f*ck 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 n*ggas 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)