808 Mafia - I Got The Keys (freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] 808 Mafia Jay Z; Uh, uh uh uh Future: DJ Khaled DJ Khaled: We The Best music! Jay Z: Oh, this what we doin' here DJ Khaled: Another one! Jay Z: I'ma have to put my j**ellery on for this one Future: Wraith talk, Wraith talk Oh, we talkin' that Wraith talk Safe talk, safe talk, here we go talkin' that safe talk DJ Khaled: Major key alert! Jay Z: Oh, we good now Future: Major bag alert DJ Khaled: DJ Khaled! [Hook: Future] I got the keys, the keys, the keys I got the keys, the keys, the keys I got the keys, the keys, the keys I got the keys, the keys, the keys We go to court, we gon' plead the fifth I know the judge, I'ma shoot him some chips I got the keys, the keys, the keys I got the keys, the keys, the keys [Verse: Preston] Keys open doors, I said keys open doors She screaming at the mall Squeezin' on the door, of the four by four Diseased foreign who*es, sleepin' on tha' floor Pizza callin' for it, bleedin' on the floor Paraplegic on a horse, stealing your awards Bumpin' Queen, going for it Febrezein' corridors, breedin' war lords Cheesy, pour lors Easy, four chords Breathin' no more Like a teethin' dinosaur Kylo Ren, control the force Eatin' no more Freakishly low voice Keep going for it, I said keep goin' for it Excuse me, pour favour Extremely low remorse Feet up on the floor, feel the contour Me and Labron thought, we should go to court Tableau historiqure, Tableau historiqure Ugly face, autistic ways, artistic ways Basket Case, infant mortality rate Call it a handgrenade Darth Vader k**in' Luke, like asparaginase Achivin' goals, Thomas Ince Getting jealous, Daniel Ince Gettin' scholarships I Ain't even makin' proper sense I am the face of the rap game, word to Thomas Spence Brexit doesn't even make economic sense Nobody even cares what Boris Johnson thinks Putin' in hard work homie, Robert Spence I ain't even thinking's of lyrics, just my subconscious is Writing lyrics that gonna cause offence Lil Wayne rappin' is almost as funny as 'Lil T' tryna climb a fence Homie, you broken Ein-uh-Gestz Man, I look like Kylo Ren With your hair you look like the smoke coming out of a fighter jet Josh, you're the Donald Trump of the rap game Walkin' around with your generic 'little' rap name Or is it your Xbox tag name? You and Afghan Dan are the exact same You're like band mates You guys don't even know even know what decent art is I bet you don't even know any decent artists Bet you ain't even heard of Hendrix I'm spittin' rhymes that gonna expand your apendix You guys would flaunt a ferrari like was a TARDIS You gibbons spit like you are retarded I'm gonna hurt ya', like potter's scar did Dan, you Wacker than a b**h that's catchin' syphilis You wanna get high? yeah? b**h just sniff this Tic-Tac get back in ya' box Tic-Tac better get back in his box You look just like callum, you two like kit-kats in a box I need an aspirin f** Sophie Aspin Girl, stop spittin' Wack sh** All your bars are jack sh** Don't rap if you don't practice You the rap game fascists I'm out of this world, Jack Schmitt Fetty wap doesn't rap sh** He just takes a beat and un-raps it Yo, I got the keys, keys, keys Y'all should count out these