Key! - What A Time... lyrics

[Intro: Quentin Miller] Yeah, yeah, yeah ooh [Verse 1: Quentin Miller] I got the keys to the car that I own Overgrown but my pockets is on I be turnin' up regardless, regardless You ain't even gotta call up my phone Still Harry Potter of the rap game Treat the rap game like the crack game Yeah ain't nobody out here serving yayo Like my people, [?] 37 And that 1317 crew damn My Nike news like it CNN Savage on the mic, OPB and them Hit might be the plug, I might be the pen Hit me up, I send you up like King Louie On that Yeezus joint Check that yale in my cup, you [?] as f** They hear my song on their earphones and turn me up He got roller coasters on, he gon' turn you up One three, one seven b**h we global yeah [Verse 2: Key!] I'm still Bill Nye When it come to this rap sh**, I'm the god Ain't nobody catchin' bodies like my youngin's Ain't nobody catchin' bodies like my youngin's Ain't nobody gettin' away with murder like us Ain't nobody outside sellin' dope like us Ain't nobody in the six, yeah, like us Yeah city, yeah six, like us If you mad p**y n***a go and pipe up If you mad p**y n***a go and pipe up I'm with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, I hit ya boy I'm with Hit-Boy, I gotta MAC, would hit ya boy Better steer clear, better steer clear! I ain't tryna be the n***a that you wanna fear You don't wanna interfere, interfere! Try to catch us pa** here, you gon' get this here [Bridge: Quentin Miller] Yeah, yeah, what a time yeah What a time, what a time, look [Verse 3: Quentin Miller + Key!] These motherf**ers mad cause I'm icy IMessage I could see your girl typing He came in with lethal weapons like he Danny Glover I might f** her like a lover but I do not love her! Hit-Boy had made the beat for King Quentin Not promoting, stoppin' all that [?] From now on, I'm charging hate [?] You want Key! on this sh** boy I need a [?] You will not cla**ify me as a f**ing shooter You will not cla**ify me as a f**ing goon I'm a grown man and I'm gettin' grown money f**ing grown women, playboy-boy-boy Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And I'm feeling like Hugh Hefner New Nikes for my daughter, peep the step shelve I been going hard on every beat I'm on I can't lose when Hit-Boy made the beat I'm on, yeah You know this flow is all these young n***as on Do you know where the hell it came from? I ain't really tryna take nobody shine I ain't really tryna take nobody shine (aye!) Well what a time, well what a time