Mango Foo - Keys* lyrics

Lyrics from Snippets [Intro: Quavo] (Durel made the beat, I'ma rock with it) Let's go [Verse 1: Quavo] Chopper, play the keys (Chopper) I'm not Alicia Keys (No, no) But I can move them B's (Movie) More water than seas (Splash, who?) Who got the weed? (Who? Who?) We serve the fiends (Who? Who?) Who got the Xannys? (Who? Who?) Who got the Percocet, please? (Uh) Yeah, can't sleep, I count it up (No sleep, yeah, yeah) I'm mad at you (Cash, yeah, yeah) We talented (Talented, yeah) Trappin' and rappin', we balance it (Trap, yeah, yeah) fu*k these hoes (Yeah, yeah) Set my goals (Goals, yeah, yeah) Jump out the Rolls (Skkrt, yeah, yeah) Come back to the stove (Yeah, yeah) Northside hot (Yeah, yeah) At the top of the pole (Top, yeah) Trade out cash for gold (Trappin' out, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Chorus: Don Toliver] Yeah, get out and ride, with who? (Who? Who?) I'm [?] I kept that dope in the freezer (Yeah) You talk like I need ya (Talk, like I) Hit that note like Anita ('Nita) I seen you in the back on Bieber (Yeah) Legs to the head, it's Fiji (Woo) Woke up out the bed, I need ya (Ahh) [Bridge: Quavo] Drop the bass (Yeah) She saw the play, then she drives to stage (Yeah) We trapping hard, ain't no time to lay (No time) All day, pressin' microwave, uh, yeah [Verse 2: Mango Foo] Hater back in there, we showin' up We hold it down for the gang and we going up (Yeah, yeah) Brand new ice got me shinin', it be glowin' up All white in the trap like it's snowing I'm countin' money from the night to the morning My ni**as VVs, put ice on my arm He catching Zs, and we moving Ps No shooters, it's demons, [?] wheezing She want the team, I know she a fiend (Fiend) I can't go to sleep, I'm living the dream I'm only addicted to cash and cream (Cash) Run to the bag like an athlete I'm making plays, Odell ('Dell) We juug the package for sale (For sale) Heard 12 on the block, I bail (Gone) We ducking the pot, oh [?] I cannot lay up (Nah) My wrist on ice and it's lit (Lit, ice, ice, ice) You better pay up (Pay up) Put him on a plate, he get ate up (Raw) I kick her out when she wake up (Wake up) I know they mad, they hating Shoot with a magazine, no fatal I cannot say what I seen (I seen) My ni**as they ball, Kareem (Kareem) These rats stand tall, they mean [Chorus: Don Toliver] Yeah, get out and ride, with who? (Who? Who?) I'm [?] I kept that dope in the freezer (Yeah) You talk like I need ya (Talk, like I) Hit that note like Anita ('Nita) I seen you in the back on Bieber (Yeah) Legs to the head, it's Fiji (Woo) Woke up out the bed, I need ya (Ahh)