Order 20 Keys Lyrics - B.g.

[B.G.] 

Fuck all that asshole and papers on my mind 

Trying to come up I need every single dime 

5, 9, 6, 51, 09 

Look out for me, give me something properly, 100g 

Drop it on Ivana street to protect it 

I'm up by 2: 23 and some ozzies 

I got a gang of B.G. to work the shit for me 

A team with a little Terrance and a little g 

Alfred, Onry and Billy 

Crazy phat, and my nigga Tyree 

So when my nigga come home I can put him on his feet 

Cuz I'm straight till the one put the drop on me 

Run it through the one and only staller 

It's a young G, nuthin else than a young baller 

4 and a half, for you, 4 and a half for you 

And an ounce for you, I got coc for the whole crew 

I'mma roll and show the rest of my niggas 

Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger 

I just busted B on his 200 g's 

He called DC and order 20 more keys 

I got K-C and Sam running on his brother 

In pewee running in the U.P.T. 

3 showed up, and the roofed came down on BFD 

We got it all, so show us the 17 

The B.G. is on top of Shacollars 

Dream came true by becoming a young baller 

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Chorus: 

Baby order 20 keys, hand em over to me 

I'm B.G., and I'ma put em in the U.P.T. 

[B.G.] 

Shits getting fleded, I got mine 

A niggas trying to take it 

It's must ya heard, spilling blood on the curb 

It's the dumbest shit, I'mma take it bust your shit 

Now some rookies trying to show me up 

Ain't that a shame now I gotta bring out the beast in me 

I'm a jack so I gotta bring out the kid in me 

Act to flack of the 3 OD 

Clowns should've done what they did to me 

Bust hollow tips slugs 

And they nasty ass 

Digging dirty from behind my stash and cash 

100 g's, wit ease, nigga please 

What I do for my years, and what I'ma do for my cheese 

I learned from the best, had to pass the test 

Ain't nuttin but a left hole in the left side of my chest 

Fuck wit me and you gonna learn 

And you gonna get snuck, motherfucker what's up 

Ballers walk me out all night 

And kibblers dogs with silly ass falls 

I'm slippin, how you figure nigga 

It takes street smarts to be a young baller 

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Chorus 

[B.G.] 

Now I'm bout my grip, gotta get my cheese 

Gotta bout be my skrees, bustin niggas to they knees 

I'm coming through your house with the glocs 

Do whatcha got, I got a chopper 

I gotta trunk full of funk for the haters 

I'm always in the paper, me and my niggas are cappers 

I'm hustler, bitch bustla, body disgusta 

I'm the nigga you can't trust, I'm a fuck ya 

Seein niggas comin down from Cali 

They say "yay" it's 4: 00 friday 

They come and serve some people a couple of keys 

I gotta hits it, I don't know, they gotta leave 

Fix the sleeve, meet me in the medigree 

At the tele, they gonna get buried 

I already got it, straight down flat 

Run in and out, click clack of packs 

4 niggas 4 keys, 4 tryin to play 

I gotta correct it, split it 4 ways 

I'm about having things, thats all I've been hoping 

It's open, so lets bust the town open 

B.G. turns to stand taller 

Picture all there is, is teenage ballers 

Chorus 

[B.G. ad libs]