#WHO GOT THE KEYS TO MY BEAMER HOW TO#

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could I got some bands, now they got they hands out (Hey) All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down They know they don't got no chance now, bitch, I'm the man now (Hey, hey) Used to be my only fan, she got OnlyFans now Yeah, I'm swervin', I got road rage, I feel like OJ I don't wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like olГ© (Joyner) I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain Okay I came up way under-privileged, poverty livin' and I ain't had nothin' but scraps (Yeah) I had to watch niggas winnin' and drivin' in foreigns and I was just stuck in the back (Word) I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it, I made me a couple of racks (Yeah) I had mГ©nages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan and then I woke up from a nap Ooh (Ooh) I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (Yeah) I had a couple of friends I left in the past 'cause they don't do nothin' but cap (Yeah) I know a couple of niggas that don't know the bidness and they don't do nothin' but rap (Yeah) Fuck it I guess I'll just shut up and drive, I got me a Beamer, I'm runnin' the lap

#WHO GOT THE KEYS TO MY BEAMER HOW TO#

Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Play with, nigga, that's dangerous (Oh) Told 'em I was raised in the basement Twin AKs in the playpen Take your face, rearrange it I can turn eggs into bacon (Yeah) I can serve base with a apron Niggas been waitin' to hate it (True) I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it Vroom right past you (Vroom right past you) Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles) Suck it down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose Hope I don't crash you (Hope I don't crash you) Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a ho Zazu Mind your bidness (Mind your bidness) Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah Look (Yeah), this that WAP-WAP shit (Yeah) Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (Buck) Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (Buck, buck) Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static Now a nigga doin' pop-lock, bitch Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? (Oh) Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (Hey) Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch All of my whips is top-notch, bitch How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch Even my son got pop rocks, bitch Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch I get your bitch, at my casa, bitch She gon' ride my drop top, bitch

Yeah I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (Woah) Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (Buck, buck) Niggas know that I'm a problem, they'll never solve me (Buck, buck, buck) If you came to start some drama, then bring an army I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' I know that I'm a child of God, but they want me cursed in I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (Oh, oh) And I've been hard at work, yeah, ho, you just hardly workin' If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' kilos Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no I got some nРµw wheels, uh-uh Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah Play mРµ, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah Who, yeah, ah-ah Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Bimmer? Bitch, I ain't no iller.

Who got the keys to my beamer