Touch The Sky Lyrics

Ket Ket

I can't quit thinking bout money

Got me a bank account

Can't stop taking out

Money

Don't even ask

what I'm thinking bout

Money

If ya thinking bout

Taking my money

Ima take ya out

It's Ateam

I chill on the lake a lot

Then get bread in a vacant lot

N then tear it to my Macon spot

See I like my hands dirty

Plus ya can't wash bacon spots

Walk thru the house

Right pass the baking pots

What's cooking

Straight drop

Make a lot

T Punkin on the block

Yep Werk-A-Lot

Ain thinking bout

Switching over

Deuce working out

J Dot Booze

Probably taking out food

To the paper route

My drink straight

But I'll chase a knot

Yea I get cake stop

Chasing Cock

I'm so fly

I just helicop

AY

N I'm a damn deucer

I'm on the road

Like a damn trooper

Mactown Trucker

Al Lucas

They coming down

Like parachuters

Meanwhile I'm on the ground

With a pair of shooters

N you don't want it playa

Nope

I'll pull ya card out

Give it back to ya

You don't wanna playem

You don't want a damn

Thing

Run up on me

Pull a ham string

Wanna find me

I'm in the center of the damn Ring

Hands high

Hollering

Champion

When we hit the club

20 deep

We some beasts

We just stampede

Clumps of kush

In my blunt

Look like snap peas

Can I snap please

Just call me captain of the rap

Cuz when I cap you it's a wrap

N when I clap you they gon clap

Ket

From the bottom of the map

I Gotta 50 round clip

N I'm straight

I'm straight

Straight from the Mac

Ima always be it

Straight to the top

I can damn near see it

Now I'm straight

On the block

But my whip

European

And the face on my watch

Gold

Drip like it's peeing

Yep

Ket Ket

Know ya see me

Boy ya here me on this CD

In a class of my own

Special ED

Italian

I get my own fettuccine

Box full of shells

Yea I keep Tortellini

Turned to my left

I seen Key kinda leaning

Said Gar

Don't roll another blunt

I mean it