Killers on Deck - Pocket Key

(This a Nitti beat) Yeah, yeah, bitch Bitch, free my brother (yeah) Bitch, free my brother Bitch, free my brother, nigga Bitch, free my (yeah) Yeah When I'm in the county, hell nah, I don't play, ain't nun of that chillin' with the opps on deck I ain't even gon' speak on the opps, them niggas not up on a crumb, they be duckin' the 'Raq I seen a nigga get hit in his chest, he ain't know he was hit, he was holding his neck I love when I'm chasin' him down 'cause as soon as he hit that ground, I'm takin' his breath I never needed a crowd, I was sixteen out gettin' wild all by myself I ain't even gon' bap like I was just that, I was callin' Lil' Three when I needed some help Yeah, they might hang with the rappers and dress real good, but them niggas be gettin' the belt I hate the police, stop playin' them games, stop sayin' my name when the opps get nailed Forever gon' stick to the code, before I come out as a rat, I'll kill myself Hell yeah, I'ma switch when shit get right, everybody disappeared when shit went left Bitch, I'm like a barber how I'm all on your head puttin' bullets all up in your hair I'll go and fuck it all off for a fit for them days I was broke and ain't have nothin' to wear One of the opps just died and they don't even post his ass, I don't think they care Don't even go down that street 'cause the last time we spinned that block, them niggas weren't there It was four shooters with switches and Dracs for that little-ass boy, that shit wasn't fair If he hang with the opps, I don't care if he was two when he died, flame his little ass up in the air When we posted up, them niggas don't spin our block, them little-pussy boys weren't there I'll love you to death, I don't care 'bout money and clothes if you loyal 'cause that shit rare Can't even control these 308s, these bitches so big it'll knock down a bear None of the opps really want this smoke, this shit'll get worser than smokin' a square, bitch

Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear A voice of warning Stories of pain and fear ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with a loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger son Ringin' in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear A voice of warning Stories of pain and fear ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with a loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger son Ringin' in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit I admit I don't understand how this all started But I know it's gotten out of hand We can't go back now Can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass Not while we're Sailin' too close, sailin' too close to the wind Sailin' too close, sailin' too close to the wind

Remember Rio and get down Like some other DJ, in some other town She's been trying to tell me to hold tight But I've been waiting this whole night But I've been down across a road or two But now I've found the velvet sun That shines on me and you In the back, uh huh, I can't crack We're on top It's just a shimmy and a shake, uh huh I can't fake, we're on top We're on top The day is breaking, we're still here Your body's shaking, and it's clear You really need it, so let go And let me beat it, but you know That I've been down across the road or two But now I've found the velvet sun That shines on me and you In the back, uh huh, I can't crack We're on top It's just a shimmy and a shake, uh huh I can't fake, we're on top We're on top We bring the bump to the grind, uh huh I don't mind, we're on top It's just a shimmy and a shake, uh huh I can't fake, we're on top We're on top And we don't need to satisfy, tonight So get your eyes off of my bride, tonight Cause I don't need to satisfy, tonight It's like a cigarette in the mouth Or a handshake in the doorway I look at you and smile because I'm fine And we don't need to satisfy, tonight So get your eyes off of my bride, tonight Cause I don't need to satisfy, tonight It's like a cigarette in the mouth Or a handshake in the doorway I look at you and smile because I'm fine

Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (ayy, Sledgren, this shit slap) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (Glizock) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, I know that she a beat back (uh) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah, yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (uh-uh) Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag I was 14, already in the deep end (yeah) 15 years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah) Turned 16, Glock 17 extended (yeah) 18, 19, made my first million (yeah, yeah) 20 years old in a fuckin' McLaren (skrrt, skrrt) You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats (yeah) Remember them days I was trappin' them baggies Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm havin' this shit (yeah) My money good, got the baddest lil' bitches (uh) Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction Money talkin' right now, shut up and listen My diamonds hittin' like Sonny Liston (ice) I fucked around, put some stones in my dentals (ice) These niggas broke and I think they should fix it (yeah) I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em (yeah, yeah) I'm high as fuck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah) 5.56s sound like a missile (yeah, yeah) Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you" (yeah) I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols Fuck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah) Lame-ass niggas hatin', got me tickled, yeah Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-rex (yeah, yeah) Chopper sing, Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that (fire) Ran through a check like a nigga at recess (yeah, yeah) I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (heah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back (yeah) South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah) I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that (yeah) I ran through a check like a nigga at recess I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah) Nickname Glock and you know that I keep that (bah) Fuck the bitch good, yeah, you know she a beat back South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at I be gettin' money and it ain't hard to see that Motherfuck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that I'll leave my bitch before my strap, I mean that I'm ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat (skrrt, skrrt) Bitch got a purse full of Percs, it's a beanbag Fat got the gat, he gon' splat, that's my wingman (fat) I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team man (yeah) Young nigga rich as fuck, still be schemin' (yeah) Young nigga cold, ask your ho, I'm a penguin I been told you hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' penguin (cold) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah