I'm that nigga
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, nigga
Yeah, cut the la familia, nigga
It's a family, not a gang
It's not a gang, nigga
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirk Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang (fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Ayy, f*ck this fame and f*ck these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my gang, I'm tryna get it off (off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (soft)
I just stay out the way (the way), and collect my bread (my bread)
If you get in my way (my way), you get in one in the head (the)
Goyard full of blues (blues), sippin' on, sippin' on red (red)
Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money (my money), I smoke your ass, like (yeah)
I'm a player, I can show you how to play it (yeah)
Yeah, steppin' on niggas, no pledge (uh)
Go to sleep with a chop' by the bed (bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (yeah)
(All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh)
Think my Bart chain need a Coke (coke)
Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?)
Nobody like bein' broke (nope)
This street shit ain't no joke (no joke), everybody wanna be rich (rich)
You gotta get off your ass (your ass), and get up on your shit (your shit)
My Moncler in a jet (jet), my Maybach is a ship (ship)
My pockets keep gettin' fat (and fatter), it come from all these chips (chips)
Bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Run through it like him (yeah)
Himmy Boys, Himmy Neutron
Him Duncan, hahaha (South Memphis, France)
Himothy (yeah)
Uh
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (bitch)
Drank in my cup, no Kirk Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang (fah)
I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged
Ayy, f*ck this fame and f*ck these chains
Make packs disappear, like David Blaine
These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain't no shame up in my gang, I'm tryna get it off (off)
This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (soft)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah)
Key Glock - Glockoma 2 Album Lyrics
Key Glock - Glockoma 2 Lyrics
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Work
(Band-)
(Let the BandPlay)
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Ran that a bag up, f*ck nigga back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on, you ain't Glock, you a bad dog (err)
Yeah, I ran that a bag up, f*ck nigga back off (uh)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' these niggas, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin', Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat Durango no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, Glizock that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna blow this lil' bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I'm back out, yeah (back out)
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh
Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah (racks out)
Nigga, I still got racks comin' in
Nigga, I still bring them packs out, yeah (packs out)
Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in, uh, France right now
I'm in-, yeah (yeah)
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup (yeah)
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert (uh)
I get it in like the first and the third (uh)
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt (yeah)
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Ran that bag up, f*ck nigga back off (back off)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin', Glock, you a bad dog
(Err)
(Let the BandPlay)
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert
I get it in like the first and the third
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Ran that a bag up, f*ck nigga back off
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on, you ain't Glock, you a bad dog (err)
Yeah, I ran that a bag up, f*ck nigga back off (uh)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' these niggas, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin', Glock, you a bad dog
Hellcat Durango no Trackhawk
Hit the gas, you can hear when I smash out
Yeah, Glizock that nigga, hands down
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tryna blow this lil' bitch back out, yeah
I been in the cut, now I'm back out, yeah (back out)
I been in the cut, but I'm back now, uh
Nigga, I still bring them racks out, yeah (racks out)
Nigga, I still got racks comin' in
Nigga, I still bring them packs out, yeah (packs out)
Don't judge me, bitch, that's how I is
Nah, for real, hold on, excuse my French
I'm in, uh, France right now
I'm in-, yeah (yeah)
Wake up, no pancakes, just syrup (yeah)
Ten toes down, yeah, I stay on alert (uh)
I get it in like the first and the third (uh)
This shit I got on, it came out the dirt (yeah)
All of this money, I feel like I'm cursed (yeah)
I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt
(Yeah, I lost my dawg, every day this shit hurt)
His voice in my head keep on tellin' me, "Work"
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Yeah, I work, work, work my ass off (yeah)
Can't worry 'bout this bitches at all
I work, work, work my ass off
I ain't trustin' none of these niggas at all
Ran that bag up, f*ck nigga back off (back off)
Still tryna take all my opps head off (yeah)
Still killin' this shit, my bad y'all (my bad)
Diamonds on me bitin', Glock, you a bad dog
(Err)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Randy Orton
(AIMONMYNECK made it)
Glizock (yeah)
What's happenin'? (Huh?)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (yeah)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (yeah)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (phew)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy (uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
I hit from the back, tryna damage ya (yeah)
I hit from the back, tryna damage somethin'
These bitches know that I ain't playin' around
These niggas know that I ain't layin' up (layin' up, uh-uh, the f*ck?)
Laid up for what? (Yeah)
Ayy, come to the trap, get a bang for your buck
Ayy, I do my thing, I show up when it's clutch
Yeah, money comin' in, and it come in a rush
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, like granny said, "Hush"
I just hopped out my coupe and went hopped in her guts
Since I jumped out my mama, been f*ckin' shit up (yeah)
Ayy, I thought that I told you before, I'm the one
I'm the one, turn a two to a four to a, uh (uh, uh)
I just might name my lil' boy Shun
'Cause I shine hard as a motherf*ckin' sun (bling)
F*cked around, spent like six figures in guns
I'm tryna whack me an opp every month (ayy)
I'm tryna whack me an opp every month (opp every month, yeah)
What's happenin'? (Huh?)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (yeah)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (yeah)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it (yeah)
All in the hills with a ratchet (ratchet)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (phew)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy (yeah)
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy (uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
What's happenin'? (Yeah)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (let's go)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (f*ck)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet (ratchet)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (skrt-skrrt)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy (skrt-skrrt)
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy (yeah)
Yeah, I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
I'm goin' in, got the ball in my court (ball)
Rest in peace Dolph, yeah, he gave me the torch (uh)
When I count money, that shit bring me joy
Yeah, I made a bank, tryna make me some more
Yeah, I be laid back, 'cause these niggas decoys (uh)
Yeah, one other reason, can't f*ck with these boys (ayy)
I'm gettin' dead men, like I work at the morgue (like I work at the morgue)
Ayy, tryna play innocent, know she a whore (ho')
Glizock the nigga, the one they adore
I'm all in Atlanta, with trappers and scammers
I f*cked half the bitches that work in Allure (yeah)
Killin' these niggas, this shit gettin' borin'
Not from Detroit, but this shit on the (what?)
Not from Detroit, but it stack to the ceilin' (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout money, you got my attention
Let's get it (yeah)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (let's go)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (woah)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet (fire)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (Caddy)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy, yeah (Randy)
I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
What's happenin'?
I'ma go get a bag, automatic
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet (ratchet)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy, yeah (uh-uh)
I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton (Randy Orton)
Glizock
Glizock (yeah)
What's happenin'? (Huh?)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (yeah)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (yeah)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (phew)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy (uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
I hit from the back, tryna damage ya (yeah)
I hit from the back, tryna damage somethin'
These bitches know that I ain't playin' around
These niggas know that I ain't layin' up (layin' up, uh-uh, the f*ck?)
Laid up for what? (Yeah)
Ayy, come to the trap, get a bang for your buck
Ayy, I do my thing, I show up when it's clutch
Yeah, money comin' in, and it come in a rush
You ain't talkin' 'bout money, like granny said, "Hush"
I just hopped out my coupe and went hopped in her guts
Since I jumped out my mama, been f*ckin' shit up (yeah)
Ayy, I thought that I told you before, I'm the one
I'm the one, turn a two to a four to a, uh (uh, uh)
I just might name my lil' boy Shun
'Cause I shine hard as a motherf*ckin' sun (bling)
F*cked around, spent like six figures in guns
I'm tryna whack me an opp every month (ayy)
I'm tryna whack me an opp every month (opp every month, yeah)
What's happenin'? (Huh?)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (yeah)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (yeah)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it (yeah)
All in the hills with a ratchet (ratchet)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (phew)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy (yeah)
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy (uh-uh)
Yeah, I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
What's happenin'? (Yeah)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (let's go)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (f*ck)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet (ratchet)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (skrt-skrrt)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy (skrt-skrrt)
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy (yeah)
Yeah, I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
I'm goin' in, got the ball in my court (ball)
Rest in peace Dolph, yeah, he gave me the torch (uh)
When I count money, that shit bring me joy
Yeah, I made a bank, tryna make me some more
Yeah, I be laid back, 'cause these niggas decoys (uh)
Yeah, one other reason, can't f*ck with these boys (ayy)
I'm gettin' dead men, like I work at the morgue (like I work at the morgue)
Ayy, tryna play innocent, know she a whore (ho')
Glizock the nigga, the one they adore
I'm all in Atlanta, with trappers and scammers
I f*cked half the bitches that work in Allure (yeah)
Killin' these niggas, this shit gettin' borin'
Not from Detroit, but this shit on the (what?)
Not from Detroit, but it stack to the ceilin' (yeah)
Talkin' 'bout money, you got my attention
Let's get it (yeah)
I'ma go get a bag, automatic (let's go)
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie (woah)
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet (fire)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy (Caddy)
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy, yeah (Randy)
I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton
What's happenin'?
I'ma go get a bag, automatic
I keep Nina with me, she's a baddie
I be poppin' my shit, they can't stand it
All in the hills with a ratchet (ratchet)
Yeah, slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy
Yup, I'm slidin' in a bulletproof Caddy, boy
I'm savage, but don't call me Randy, yeah (uh-uh)
I'm slammin' these bitches, like Randy Orton (Randy Orton)
Glizock
Writer: Jerry Marlon Beach, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Chromosomes
(Ayo, Bandplay)
Yeah
Bitch
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes (yeah)
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (Yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes (yeah)
One, two, three, four O's inside my Fanta (yeah)
Slidin' through Atlanta, yeah, bitch, I f*ck with the scammers (yeah)
I'm 'bout my bucks like Tampa (ayy)
This money got me baffled (yeah)
I get it with no hassle (yeah)
I'm one lil' rich-ass bastard (yeah)
I got one, two, three, four O's inside my Snapple (Snapple)
Yeah, I really, really get it while these niggas hustlin' backwards (yeah)
I got one too many chains on, this cost a Phantom (yeah, skrrt)
They say money talk, well, can you please excuse my grammar? (The f*ck?)
I got ninety-nine problems and the opps ain't one (yeah)
I been hustlin', I been gettin' it, nigga, since the day one (yeah)
Got like six chains on, niggas ain't gon' take one
Yeah, I keep that banger on me, nigga ain't gon' take nothin' (you dig?)
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes (yeah)
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (Yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Bitch
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes (yeah)
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (Yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes (yeah)
One, two, three, four O's inside my Fanta (yeah)
Slidin' through Atlanta, yeah, bitch, I f*ck with the scammers (yeah)
I'm 'bout my bucks like Tampa (ayy)
This money got me baffled (yeah)
I get it with no hassle (yeah)
I'm one lil' rich-ass bastard (yeah)
I got one, two, three, four O's inside my Snapple (Snapple)
Yeah, I really, really get it while these niggas hustlin' backwards (yeah)
I got one too many chains on, this cost a Phantom (yeah, skrrt)
They say money talk, well, can you please excuse my grammar? (The f*ck?)
I got ninety-nine problems and the opps ain't one (yeah)
I been hustlin', I been gettin' it, nigga, since the day one (yeah)
Got like six chains on, niggas ain't gon' take one
Yeah, I keep that banger on me, nigga ain't gon' take nothin' (you dig?)
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes (yeah)
One, two, three, four O's inside a Styrofoam (Wock', Wock')
One, two, three, four hoes who tryna take me home (Yeah)
Five, six bracelets on my wrist, look like a pot of gold (bitch)
I got money, money, money, money runnin' through my chromosomes
Yeah
Yeah
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Jerry Marlon Beach
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
2 For 1
Glizock
Glock Schwarzenegger (yeah), I'll terminate you (uh)
Arts and crafts, nigga (what?), I'm playin' with the paper (yeah)
Sippin' syrup, maple (uh), drippin' in Bottega (yeah)
I just pulled up with my chopper like The Undertaker
I'm a money maker (yeah), I get it on the wake-up (uh)
I'm a rich nigga, but I still might pull a caper (yeah)
Never been a hater (uh), I stay in my lane (lane)
Heater on my waist (waist), it's a cold game (cold game)
Ain't got no shame (no shame), I'm tryna whack somethin' (whack somethin')
Round of applause (applause), I'm tryna clap somethin' (clap somethin')
Yeah, these niggas bitches (bitches), they need tampons (tampons, hoes)
I got ten foreigns (foreigns), told Glizock pick one (uh)
Yeah
Too many whips, I can't decide (skrrt, skrrt)
Too many bitches on my dick and three many niggas hate my grind
Ten toes down, I need all of mine
Yeah, I be gettin' money, like, all the time
I might drop a bag, but don't drop no dimes (uh-uh)
I've been runnin' this shit up for a while
Yeah, yeah, please pass me my cup, tryna get high, Elton John (yeah)
Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run (yeah)
Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run
And ain't shit change, bitch, I'm still goin' dumb (yeah)
And dumb (yeah) and dumber (yeah)
I make this shit look Yeezy, niggas masked up like Donda (fah)
Yellow diamonds on me, this shit hittin' hard like thunder (uh)
I'm all about my bread, every motherf*ckin' crumble (yeah)
Thirty rounds in my G-Lock, hit you with a combo (bah)
Yeah, I used to be up on the block just like Mutombo (yeah)
If it's about money, then I'm all ears, Dumbo (yeah)
I wake up every mornin', grab my heat, like Alonzo, bitch (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah
Too many whips, I can't decide (skrrt, skrrt)
Too many bitches on my dick and three many niggas hate my grind
Ten toes down, I need all of mine
Yeah, I be gettin' money, like, all the time
I might drop a bag, but don't drop no dimes (uh-uh)
I've been runnin' this shit up for a while (yeah)
Money comin' in, I stack it in piles (yeah)
Brand new whip came with no miles
Like P-O-P, just hold it down
It's paper over pussy, I am not no clown (uh-uh)
If I hold my wrist up, we just might drown
My T-Rex pick up a hundred thou'
Glizock, I'm a dog, but I do not growl (uh-uh)
But my diamonds bite
I get higher than a satellite
These niggas ain't nothin' but snakes and mice
Gamblin' with life with a pair of dice
This shit ain't sweet, ain't paradise (uh-uh)
Ran the money up, I ain't scared of heights
But if I go broke, I might pull a heist
Ran the money up, I ain't scared of heights (uh-uh)
But if I go broke, I might pull a kick door (let's go)
Dough (dough), dough (dough), dough (dough)
Dough (dough), dough (dough), dough (dough)
Yeah, I'm all about that dough (yeah)
Green light, it's a go (yeah)
Glizock, that's my bro (yeah)
And it's bros over hoes (hoes)
Yeah, these niggas hoes (hoes)
Uh
Glizock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Glock Schwarzenegger (yeah), I'll terminate you (uh)
Arts and crafts, nigga (what?), I'm playin' with the paper (yeah)
Sippin' syrup, maple (uh), drippin' in Bottega (yeah)
I just pulled up with my chopper like The Undertaker
I'm a money maker (yeah), I get it on the wake-up (uh)
I'm a rich nigga, but I still might pull a caper (yeah)
Never been a hater (uh), I stay in my lane (lane)
Heater on my waist (waist), it's a cold game (cold game)
Ain't got no shame (no shame), I'm tryna whack somethin' (whack somethin')
Round of applause (applause), I'm tryna clap somethin' (clap somethin')
Yeah, these niggas bitches (bitches), they need tampons (tampons, hoes)
I got ten foreigns (foreigns), told Glizock pick one (uh)
Yeah
Too many whips, I can't decide (skrrt, skrrt)
Too many bitches on my dick and three many niggas hate my grind
Ten toes down, I need all of mine
Yeah, I be gettin' money, like, all the time
I might drop a bag, but don't drop no dimes (uh-uh)
I've been runnin' this shit up for a while
Yeah, yeah, please pass me my cup, tryna get high, Elton John (yeah)
Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run (yeah)
Bullets make you duck, duck, goose, you better run
And ain't shit change, bitch, I'm still goin' dumb (yeah)
And dumb (yeah) and dumber (yeah)
I make this shit look Yeezy, niggas masked up like Donda (fah)
Yellow diamonds on me, this shit hittin' hard like thunder (uh)
I'm all about my bread, every motherf*ckin' crumble (yeah)
Thirty rounds in my G-Lock, hit you with a combo (bah)
Yeah, I used to be up on the block just like Mutombo (yeah)
If it's about money, then I'm all ears, Dumbo (yeah)
I wake up every mornin', grab my heat, like Alonzo, bitch (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah
Too many whips, I can't decide (skrrt, skrrt)
Too many bitches on my dick and three many niggas hate my grind
Ten toes down, I need all of mine
Yeah, I be gettin' money, like, all the time
I might drop a bag, but don't drop no dimes (uh-uh)
I've been runnin' this shit up for a while (yeah)
Money comin' in, I stack it in piles (yeah)
Brand new whip came with no miles
Like P-O-P, just hold it down
It's paper over pussy, I am not no clown (uh-uh)
If I hold my wrist up, we just might drown
My T-Rex pick up a hundred thou'
Glizock, I'm a dog, but I do not growl (uh-uh)
But my diamonds bite
I get higher than a satellite
These niggas ain't nothin' but snakes and mice
Gamblin' with life with a pair of dice
This shit ain't sweet, ain't paradise (uh-uh)
Ran the money up, I ain't scared of heights
But if I go broke, I might pull a heist
Ran the money up, I ain't scared of heights (uh-uh)
But if I go broke, I might pull a kick door (let's go)
Dough (dough), dough (dough), dough (dough)
Dough (dough), dough (dough), dough (dough)
Yeah, I'm all about that dough (yeah)
Green light, it's a go (yeah)
Glizock, that's my bro (yeah)
And it's bros over hoes (hoes)
Yeah, these niggas hoes (hoes)
Uh
Glizock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pop My Shit
Mr. Glock
South Memphis' finest, nigga
(Hitkidd, what it do?)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Uh, I pop my shit for fun
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (bitch)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (huh?)
Ayy, I've been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb
I took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond
I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen (yeah)
I just got off tour, went right back, yup, I'm back at it (yeah, vroom)
If you know just like I know, these niggas big cappin' (yeah, big cappin')
All that make believe shit, you need to quit rappin' (yeah)
Heard you got stuck with a P, you need to quit trappin' (what the f*ck?)
Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know I ain't the one (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (yeah, yeah)
F*cked on this MILF all day, I'm the same age as her son (yeah, yeah)
Told my nigga, "No attemptin'," shoot, we tryna get it done (bah)
I get cake, like every day, but my birthday, I got it done (skrrt)
Got Ben Franklin on my line, I told that nigga, "Here I come"
Like, brrp-brrp-brrp (here I come, let's go)
I got blue strips in my pocket, I got blue tips in my gun
I had copped the Goyard wallet, and I bought that shit for nothin'
If I put my jewelry on a scale, that shit would say, "A ton" (bling)
This bitch said that I'm the one, uno, yeah, number one (yeah)
Pockets fat, real fat, sumo, started with crumbs (yeah)
Chopper sing, chopper sing, Bruno, yeah, Bruno Mars (yeah)
Let a nigga play with me, you gon' see a shootin' star (fire, fire, fire)
I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know ain't the one (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I've been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb (yeah)
I took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond (yeah)
I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen
Bitch
South Memphis' finest, nigga
(Hitkidd, what it do?)
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Uh, I pop my shit for fun
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (bitch)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (huh?)
Ayy, I've been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb
I took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond
I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen (yeah)
I just got off tour, went right back, yup, I'm back at it (yeah, vroom)
If you know just like I know, these niggas big cappin' (yeah, big cappin')
All that make believe shit, you need to quit rappin' (yeah)
Heard you got stuck with a P, you need to quit trappin' (what the f*ck?)
Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know I ain't the one (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (yeah, yeah)
F*cked on this MILF all day, I'm the same age as her son (yeah, yeah)
Told my nigga, "No attemptin'," shoot, we tryna get it done (bah)
I get cake, like every day, but my birthday, I got it done (skrrt)
Got Ben Franklin on my line, I told that nigga, "Here I come"
Like, brrp-brrp-brrp (here I come, let's go)
I got blue strips in my pocket, I got blue tips in my gun
I had copped the Goyard wallet, and I bought that shit for nothin'
If I put my jewelry on a scale, that shit would say, "A ton" (bling)
This bitch said that I'm the one, uno, yeah, number one (yeah)
Pockets fat, real fat, sumo, started with crumbs (yeah)
Chopper sing, chopper sing, Bruno, yeah, Bruno Mars (yeah)
Let a nigga play with me, you gon' see a shootin' star (fire, fire, fire)
I pop my shit for fun (yeah)
I be smokin' on that Zaza, sippin' lean, like Pimp and Bun (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, but they know ain't the one (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas talk that ra-ra shit, ain't even got a crumb (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I've been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb (yeah)
I took a look down at my wrist and it look just like a pond (yeah)
I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah)
Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song
Like ain't shit happen
Bitch
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Bobby Eli, Vinne Barrett
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Designer Down
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Glizock, G-Lock
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Yeah, designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (uh)
Glizock, I'm that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on
Yeah, my pockets fat as hell, they said I put some weight on
Made a couple mills off rap, my chopper sing, like Trey Songz
Yeah, I be gettin' to that money, nigga, all day long (long)
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis, it is not a safe zone
Yeah, told you that I'm cutthroat, I can't cut you no slack
First, I fell in love with money, then got sprung after that
I went from flippin' off the mattresses to flippin' them packs
And then I jumped up in the rap game, then I got me some plaques
Yeah, bitch, they call me Glock, you know I keep one attached
Just pulled up in that yellow motherf*cker, with some blue racks (yeah)
I ordered lemon peppered diamonds, it didn't come with no ranch
Diamonds dance, like Travis Porter, this shit turnt to the max
Yeah, designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (uh)
Glizock be that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch "Get off my line", this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on
Yeah, this bitch lookin' at me, "Baby, what you waitin' on?"
Told her, "I ain't got nothin 'for you, baby, but a way home"
My main bitch mad at me, 'cause a nigga stay gone
I'm just goin' to get this bag, I'll be back, won't take long
Yeah, designer down, with some J's on my feet (yeah)
Yeah, I just told myself that ain't nobody f*ckin' with we (yeah)
Yeah, I just told myself that ain't nobody f*ckin' with me (yeah)
I ran that money up so fast, I need a new pair of cleats (yeah)
Designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (yeah)
Glizock, I'm that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on (yeah)
Designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (uh)
F*ckin' J's on (uh), with some retro J's on (uh)
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (uh)
It's not a play-phone, baby, this a payphone, yeah
Uh (yeah, yeah), uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Glizock, G-Lock
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
Yeah, designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (uh)
Glizock, I'm that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on
Yeah, my pockets fat as hell, they said I put some weight on
Made a couple mills off rap, my chopper sing, like Trey Songz
Yeah, I be gettin' to that money, nigga, all day long (long)
Yeah, bitch, I'm from South Memphis, it is not a safe zone
Yeah, told you that I'm cutthroat, I can't cut you no slack
First, I fell in love with money, then got sprung after that
I went from flippin' off the mattresses to flippin' them packs
And then I jumped up in the rap game, then I got me some plaques
Yeah, bitch, they call me Glock, you know I keep one attached
Just pulled up in that yellow motherf*cker, with some blue racks (yeah)
I ordered lemon peppered diamonds, it didn't come with no ranch
Diamonds dance, like Travis Porter, this shit turnt to the max
Yeah, designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (uh)
Glizock be that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch "Get off my line", this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on
Yeah, this bitch lookin' at me, "Baby, what you waitin' on?"
Told her, "I ain't got nothin 'for you, baby, but a way home"
My main bitch mad at me, 'cause a nigga stay gone
I'm just goin' to get this bag, I'll be back, won't take long
Yeah, designer down, with some J's on my feet (yeah)
Yeah, I just told myself that ain't nobody f*ckin' with we (yeah)
Yeah, I just told myself that ain't nobody f*ckin' with me (yeah)
I ran that money up so fast, I need a new pair of cleats (yeah)
Designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (yeah)
Glizock, I'm that nigga, give 'em somethin' to hate on
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (phone)
I got a whole 'nother line, I be makin' plays on (yeah)
Designer down, with some f*ckin' J's on (uh)
F*ckin' J's on (uh), with some retro J's on (uh)
Told this bitch, "Get off my line," this is not a play-phone (uh)
It's not a play-phone, baby, this a payphone, yeah
Uh (yeah, yeah), uh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
From Nothing
(Ayo, ayy)
(Yeah, run it up, Blondo)
Like that?
All the way up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ran up my money
I came in the game, did my thing, get Johnny
I'm the same young nigga that came from nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I came from nothin'
I'm straight off the block, I won't change for nothin'
I made it out the hood, but I still be thuggin' (yeah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
This not a secret, I got it on me (yeah)
F*cked around, spent like three million in bling (bling)
I know I'm humble, it's not what it seems
Yeah, f*ck everybody, I'm all 'bout my cream (yeah)
Cartier shades, yeah, I ball like Kareem (ball)
Yeah, I leave a mark when I love the scene (mark)
I'm nothin' like y'all, these niggas be green
From the same city that killed Martin Luther King
Young niggas ain't really havin' no dreams (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young niggas tryna get up some money (some mula)
Young nigga came a long, long, long way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Came bringin', sippin' lean, first Sunday (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm all out west, count the motherf*ckin' check (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gang and them smokin' on chronic (gang, gang)
You know how it do, bitch, I'm 'bout that bag (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I said I did it, I done it (yeah, cha-ching)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ran up my money (phew)
I came in the game, did my thing, get Johnny (phew, phew)
I'm the same young nigga that came from nothin' (phew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I came from nothin'
I'm straight off the block, I won't change for nothin' (phew)
I made it out the hood, but I still be thuggin' (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
It's nothin' (it's nothin'), I just put me an opp in the oven (yeah)
Tryna put so and so in the rusher (fah)
When they catch that boy, know they gon' rush him (rush him)
Yeah, you know I hold grudges, don't judge me (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't bug me (uh-uh)
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't bug me
Yeah, I really made M's with my cousin (my cousin)
Bitch (bitch), I gets it (I gets it)
Did I mention I get it the quickest? (The quickest)
Yo, I get it the quickest and swiftest (yeah)
F&N turn a f*ck nigga Christian (fah)
Miss the Glock, I got bundles of bitches (yeah)
Yeah, I keep me a Glock in my britches (yeah)
Yeah, my mind still stuck in the trenches (yeah)
Yeah, I got rich and stego on mentions (bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ran up my money (phew)
I came in the game, did my thing, get Johnny (phew, phew)
I'm the same young nigga that came from nothin' (phew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I came from nothin'
I'm straight off the block, I won't change for nothin' (uh, uh)
I made it out the hood, but I still be thuggin' (uh, yeah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public (fah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
(Yeah, run it up, Blondo)
Like that?
All the way up
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ran up my money
I came in the game, did my thing, get Johnny
I'm the same young nigga that came from nothin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I came from nothin'
I'm straight off the block, I won't change for nothin'
I made it out the hood, but I still be thuggin' (yeah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
This not a secret, I got it on me (yeah)
F*cked around, spent like three million in bling (bling)
I know I'm humble, it's not what it seems
Yeah, f*ck everybody, I'm all 'bout my cream (yeah)
Cartier shades, yeah, I ball like Kareem (ball)
Yeah, I leave a mark when I love the scene (mark)
I'm nothin' like y'all, these niggas be green
From the same city that killed Martin Luther King
Young niggas ain't really havin' no dreams (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Young niggas tryna get up some money (some mula)
Young nigga came a long, long, long way (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Came bringin', sippin' lean, first Sunday (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm all out west, count the motherf*ckin' check (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We gang and them smokin' on chronic (gang, gang)
You know how it do, bitch, I'm 'bout that bag (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I said I did it, I done it (yeah, cha-ching)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ran up my money (phew)
I came in the game, did my thing, get Johnny (phew, phew)
I'm the same young nigga that came from nothin' (phew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I came from nothin'
I'm straight off the block, I won't change for nothin' (phew)
I made it out the hood, but I still be thuggin' (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty (yeah, yeah)
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty (yeah, yeah)
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
It's nothin' (it's nothin'), I just put me an opp in the oven (yeah)
Tryna put so and so in the rusher (fah)
When they catch that boy, know they gon' rush him (rush him)
Yeah, you know I hold grudges, don't judge me (yeah)
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't bug me (uh-uh)
If it ain't 'bout no money, don't bug me
Yeah, I really made M's with my cousin (my cousin)
Bitch (bitch), I gets it (I gets it)
Did I mention I get it the quickest? (The quickest)
Yo, I get it the quickest and swiftest (yeah)
F&N turn a f*ck nigga Christian (fah)
Miss the Glock, I got bundles of bitches (yeah)
Yeah, I keep me a Glock in my britches (yeah)
Yeah, my mind still stuck in the trenches (yeah)
Yeah, I got rich and stego on mentions (bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ran up my money (phew)
I came in the game, did my thing, get Johnny (phew, phew)
I'm the same young nigga that came from nothin' (phew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I came from nothin'
I'm straight off the block, I won't change for nothin' (uh, uh)
I made it out the hood, but I still be thuggin' (uh, yeah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public (fah)
I made it out the hood, but I still be juggin'
Hood-rich nigga, hands still get dirty
Only twenty-four and I keep me a thirty
Shit'll get ugly, I got it in public
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Key Rex
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
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (Glizock)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be 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)
Motherf*ck 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 fourteen, already in the deep end (yeah)
Fifteen years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah)
Turned sixteen, Glock 17 extended (yeah)
Eighteen, nineteen, made my first million (yeah, yeah)
Twenty years old in a f*ckin' 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' bitch (uh)
Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction
Money talkin' right, now shut up and listen (shh)
My diamonds sittin', like, Sonny Liston (ice)
I f*cked around, put some stones in my dental (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 f*ck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah)
5.56's 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 (mwah)
F*ck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah)
Lame-ass niggas hatin', they got me tickled
Hahaha, 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 (yeah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be 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 (phew)
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah)
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (bah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that
Motherf*ck 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' splatt, that's my wingman (fat)
I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team, man (yeah)
Young nigga rich as f*ck, still be schemin'
Young nigga cold, ask your ho', I'm a penguin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been touchin' hoes, I'm a motherf*ckin' penguin
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
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (Glizock)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be 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)
Motherf*ck 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 fourteen, already in the deep end (yeah)
Fifteen years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah)
Turned sixteen, Glock 17 extended (yeah)
Eighteen, nineteen, made my first million (yeah, yeah)
Twenty years old in a f*ckin' 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' bitch (uh)
Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction
Money talkin' right, now shut up and listen (shh)
My diamonds sittin', like, Sonny Liston (ice)
I f*cked around, put some stones in my dental (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 f*ck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah)
5.56's 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 (mwah)
F*ck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah)
Lame-ass niggas hatin', they got me tickled
Hahaha, 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 (yeah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be 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 (phew)
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah)
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (bah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that
Motherf*ck 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' splatt, that's my wingman (fat)
I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team, man (yeah)
Young nigga rich as f*ck, still be schemin'
Young nigga cold, ask your ho', I'm a penguin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been touchin' hoes, I'm a motherf*ckin' penguin
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
In & Outta Town
Kill 'em all, yeah
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Cutthroat La Familia, Paper Route 5L
You know what I'm sayin'? Paper Route business, Paper Route campaign
Whatever you wanna call this shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah, get Back Gang, gang (fah, fah, fah, fah)
Uh, your bitch fave, uh
Yeah (yeah), nigga (what?)
This shit still major (ayy)
Ayy (yeah)
Don't tell me to slide, I was on that before my nigga died (shh)
These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it (yeah)
It's f*ck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rappin' lies
I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise
Your bitch on my genitals (phew, phew), yeah (phew), I been gettin' it for a while (phew)
Fourteen, stole a quarter pound, I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin' wild, you want some beef? I slaughter cows (yeah)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (fah, fah, fah)
I f*cked her on the floor and couch, this bitch got glizzy in her mouth
My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only bitch I'm worried 'bout (yup)
Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth (yeah)
Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth
Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I been on that for a long time (fah, fah, fah)
These niggas porcupines, backstabbin', that is not my kind (cliqued up)
Hoppin' out a truck on twenty-sixes with my .45 (skrrt, skrrt, fah)
You know I rep that five, so that's why I got like five wives
I flip your ass like five guys (yeah), choppers in all size (yeah)
Big old Glocks, got all kinds (for real, yeah), gang 'nem got all kinds (yeah)
I'm workin' hard, no part-time (what?), These niggas part-time
I don't want some, need all mine (real), yeah, I need all of mine (bitch)
Don't tell me to slide (phew), I was on that before my nigga died (phew, phew)
These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it
It's f*ck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rappin' lies (tss)
I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise (phew)
Your bitch on my genitals (yeah), yeah, I been gettin' it for a while
Fourteen, stole a quarter pound (ayy), I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin' wild (ayy), you want some beef? I slaughter cows (yup)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (frrt, fah)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Hitkidd, what it do, man?)
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Cutthroat La Familia, Paper Route 5L
You know what I'm sayin'? Paper Route business, Paper Route campaign
Whatever you wanna call this shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah, get Back Gang, gang (fah, fah, fah, fah)
Uh, your bitch fave, uh
Yeah (yeah), nigga (what?)
This shit still major (ayy)
Ayy (yeah)
Don't tell me to slide, I was on that before my nigga died (shh)
These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it (yeah)
It's f*ck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rappin' lies
I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise
Your bitch on my genitals (phew, phew), yeah (phew), I been gettin' it for a while (phew)
Fourteen, stole a quarter pound, I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin' wild, you want some beef? I slaughter cows (yeah)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (fah, fah, fah)
I f*cked her on the floor and couch, this bitch got glizzy in her mouth
My chopper like to twerk, it clap, the only bitch I'm worried 'bout (yup)
Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth (yeah)
Niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'cause all they do is run they mouth
Ayy, don't tell me to slide, I been on that for a long time (fah, fah, fah)
These niggas porcupines, backstabbin', that is not my kind (cliqued up)
Hoppin' out a truck on twenty-sixes with my .45 (skrrt, skrrt, fah)
You know I rep that five, so that's why I got like five wives
I flip your ass like five guys (yeah), choppers in all size (yeah)
Big old Glocks, got all kinds (for real, yeah), gang 'nem got all kinds (yeah)
I'm workin' hard, no part-time (what?), These niggas part-time
I don't want some, need all mine (real), yeah, I need all of mine (bitch)
Don't tell me to slide (phew), I was on that before my nigga died (phew, phew)
These niggas hidin', lil' bruh got a switch and he can't wait to try it
It's f*ck the opps, yeah, let 'em rot, these niggas, they be rappin' lies (tss)
I'm 'bout my guap, these niggas clowns, yeah, these niggas is Pennywise (phew)
Your bitch on my genitals (yeah), yeah, I been gettin' it for a while
Fourteen, stole a quarter pound (ayy), I ran it up, couldn't turn me down (yeah)
Big Glock, I been runnin' wild (ayy), you want some beef? I slaughter cows (yup)
You know I don't play around, I keep that in and out of town (frrt, fah)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Fuck Dat Shit
Sick of these lame ass niggas
(BandPlay)
Ayy, I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch (yeah)
I got a check and f*cked it up, I did it for the f*ck of it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (fah-fah-fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch (switch)
I got a check and f*cked it up, I did it for the f*ck of it (the f*ck?)
Can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit (yeah)
I f*ck it up and get that shit right back (yeah, phew, phew)
Oh yeah, I love this shit (yeah)
Can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit (yeah)
I f*ck it up and get that shit right back (phew, phew)
Oh yeah, I love this shit (I love it)
I hate what I love 'cause sometimes I love that shit too much
Prime example, you can take a look at what's up in my cup
Real nigga give you anything, but still don't give a f*ck
Rich nigga, I get what I want, these niggas don't want nothin'
How the hell you hangin' with the opps and tryna hang with us?
Cutthroat La Familia, all my niggas down to slice ya up (gang)
Turn nickels to millions, keep that blicky on me no matter what (phew, fah)
Ayy, get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag or somethin' (the f*ck?)
Uh
Ayy, nigga, get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag or somethin'
Yeah (woah)
What you sittin' on your ass for, nigga?
All this paper out here
Ayy, I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit (the money)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side (fah), you know that she my gutter bitch (on God, on God, shh)
I got a check (shh) and f*cked it up (on God), I did it for the f*ck of it (yeah)
I'm sucker free, no sucker shit (yeah), ain't on no sucker shit
I'm rockin' blue diamonds, smokin' Gelato like my brother, bitch
They say if it don't make no money, then it don't make no sense
Well, I been makin' so much damn money, it don't make no sense
Yeah (ayy,let's go)
(I'm rockin' blue diamonds, smokin' Gelato like my brother, bitch)
I'm rockin' blue diamonds, smokin' Gelato like my brother, bitch
I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit (on God)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (yeah, yeah, yeah, fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side (yeah), you know that she my gutter bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a check and f*cked it up (yeah, yeah), I did it for the f*ck of it (yeah, yeah, f*ck)
Can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit (yeah)
Ayy, can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit
Go spend that shit, nigga, tomorrow ain't promised
On God
Yeah
(BandPlay)
Ayy, I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch (yeah)
I got a check and f*cked it up, I did it for the f*ck of it (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (fah-fah-fah-fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side, you know that she my gutter bitch (switch)
I got a check and f*cked it up, I did it for the f*ck of it (the f*ck?)
Can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit (yeah)
I f*ck it up and get that shit right back (yeah, phew, phew)
Oh yeah, I love this shit (yeah)
Can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit (yeah)
I f*ck it up and get that shit right back (phew, phew)
Oh yeah, I love this shit (I love it)
I hate what I love 'cause sometimes I love that shit too much
Prime example, you can take a look at what's up in my cup
Real nigga give you anything, but still don't give a f*ck
Rich nigga, I get what I want, these niggas don't want nothin'
How the hell you hangin' with the opps and tryna hang with us?
Cutthroat La Familia, all my niggas down to slice ya up (gang)
Turn nickels to millions, keep that blicky on me no matter what (phew, fah)
Ayy, get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag or somethin' (the f*ck?)
Uh
Ayy, nigga, get up out your feelings, nigga, go and get a bag or somethin'
Yeah (woah)
What you sittin' on your ass for, nigga?
All this paper out here
Ayy, I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit (the money)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side (fah), you know that she my gutter bitch (on God, on God, shh)
I got a check (shh) and f*cked it up (on God), I did it for the f*ck of it (yeah)
I'm sucker free, no sucker shit (yeah), ain't on no sucker shit
I'm rockin' blue diamonds, smokin' Gelato like my brother, bitch
They say if it don't make no money, then it don't make no sense
Well, I been makin' so much damn money, it don't make no sense
Yeah (ayy,let's go)
(I'm rockin' blue diamonds, smokin' Gelato like my brother, bitch)
I'm rockin' blue diamonds, smokin' Gelato like my brother, bitch
I just want the money, f*ck the fame and all that other shit (on God)
Yeah, I made a couple millions, still ride with a couple sticks (yeah, yeah, yeah, fah)
Yeah, I keep Nina on my side (yeah), you know that she my gutter bitch (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I got a check and f*cked it up (yeah, yeah), I did it for the f*ck of it (yeah, yeah, f*ck)
Can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit (yeah)
Ayy, can't take it with you, f*ck this shit (yeah)
My nigga, f*ck this shit
Go spend that shit, nigga, tomorrow ain't promised
On God
Yeah
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Willie Clark, Willie Hale
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Money Over Hoes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Let the BandPlay)
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (yeah, over these bitches, uh)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (can't get my riches)
No, these bitches can't get my dough
Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean by the fours
Get a bag, do a show, then I roll
Yeah, I'm ballin', bitch, you know the score (yeah)
If you're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold
I see niggas hate me on the low
F*ck that talkin', go 'head, drop the lo'
F*ck that talkin', my nigga, let's go
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro (bitch), ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (bitch)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (yeah, f*ck these bitches, nigga)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (f*ck these bitches)
No, I'll never sell my soul, sell a hoe, before I sell my soul
Sippin' on Tris', ain't catchin' no cold
Middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro
High school, gettin' head, yeah, Amber Cove
Bitch, my heart and my watch froze (yeah)
(What?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (what?)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (can't f*ck with these bitches, uh)
G-Lock
(Let the BandPlay)
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (yeah, over these bitches, uh)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (can't get my riches)
No, these bitches can't get my dough
Yeah, I'm sippin' on lean by the fours
Get a bag, do a show, then I roll
Yeah, I'm ballin', bitch, you know the score (yeah)
If you're talkin' 'bout money, let's go (let's get it, yeah, let's go)
Lil' nigga, he hot as a stove
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the road
Mr. Glock got your bitch on the go
I see white teeth with diamonds and gold
I see niggas hate me on the low
F*ck that talkin', go 'head, drop the lo'
F*ck that talkin', my nigga, let's go
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro (bitch), ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (bitch)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (yeah, f*ck these bitches, nigga)
No, these hoes can't get my dough (f*ck these bitches)
No, I'll never sell my soul, sell a hoe, before I sell my soul
Sippin' on Tris', ain't catchin' no cold
Middle school, Polo to the floor like Dro
High school, gettin' head, yeah, Amber Cove
Bitch, my heart and my watch froze (yeah)
(What?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (Glizock)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes (bitch)
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code (what?)
Nigga, I put money over hoes
(They be like, what?)
Woah, that young nigga right there cold (yeah)
Ridin' in a droptop Rolls, yeah, I'm ridin' in a droptop Rolls (yeah)
Shoutout to my gang, that's bro, ain't got no friends, just foes
Yeah, and you know I'm stickin' to the code
Nigga, I put money over hoes (can't f*ck with these bitches, uh)
G-Lock
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Ratchet
G-Lock, yeah
(BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh (yeah)
Old cappin'-ass niggas (cap)
Got clips, like a movie, for these actin'-ass niggas (bah)
Yeah, ten foreign whips (phew), still a ratchet-ass nigga (skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills, with that ratchet on me, nigga (fire)
These niggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River (phew)
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up (phew)
I'm shittin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture (yeah)
Yeah, bad bitch on my side, nigga, I call her Matilda (uh)
Seven in my Backwood, came a long way from the Swishers
Ayy, when you run that money up, just watch them niggas switch up (ayy)
This money shit ain't new to me, at fifteen, I was ten up
Bad bitch look like a pin up, walkin' 'round with my chin up
One money-hungry-ass nigga, breakfast, lunch, and dinner (yeah)
I took a couple losses, that shit there made me a winner (uh)
Boss shit, baby, yeah, I do this for Flippa, bitch
I'm nothin' like these cappin'-ass niggas (cap)
Got clips, like a movie, for these actin'-ass niggas (fire)
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (yeah)
Yeah, all out in the hills, with that ratchet on me, nigga (bah)
These niggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River (phew)
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up (phew)
I'm shittin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture (ayy, yeah)
Nigga, what the f*ck you thought this was? (Huh?)
Yeah, I got murder on my mind, and it's not the drugs
I'm not your folks, I'm not your cousin, I'm not your blood
Yup, I pour fours all the time, I sip lots of mud
White folks starin' at me, I'm a rich-ass thug
F*ck your bitch from the back, while I'm hittin' my Dougie
Yeah, I smell like baccarat, but the blunt's still musty
Diamonds dancin', Michael Jackson, I'm a bad motherf*cker
Uh, yeah, I'm a bad motherf*cker (Glizock)
Diamonds dancin', Michael Jackson, I'm a bad motherf*cker
New Celine jean jacket, bitch, I dress like a trucker
All these bitches on my ding-a-ling, like John Tucker
Yeah, uh (what?)
Old cappin'-ass niggas (yeah)
Got clips, like a movie, for these actin'-ass niggas (bah)
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills, with that ratchet on me, nigga (bah)
These niggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River (phew)
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up (phew)
I'm shittin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture, bitch
(BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Uh (yeah)
Old cappin'-ass niggas (cap)
Got clips, like a movie, for these actin'-ass niggas (bah)
Yeah, ten foreign whips (phew), still a ratchet-ass nigga (skrrt-skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills, with that ratchet on me, nigga (fire)
These niggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River (phew)
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up (phew)
I'm shittin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture (yeah)
Yeah, bad bitch on my side, nigga, I call her Matilda (uh)
Seven in my Backwood, came a long way from the Swishers
Ayy, when you run that money up, just watch them niggas switch up (ayy)
This money shit ain't new to me, at fifteen, I was ten up
Bad bitch look like a pin up, walkin' 'round with my chin up
One money-hungry-ass nigga, breakfast, lunch, and dinner (yeah)
I took a couple losses, that shit there made me a winner (uh)
Boss shit, baby, yeah, I do this for Flippa, bitch
I'm nothin' like these cappin'-ass niggas (cap)
Got clips, like a movie, for these actin'-ass niggas (fire)
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (yeah)
Yeah, all out in the hills, with that ratchet on me, nigga (bah)
These niggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River (phew)
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up (phew)
I'm shittin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture (ayy, yeah)
Nigga, what the f*ck you thought this was? (Huh?)
Yeah, I got murder on my mind, and it's not the drugs
I'm not your folks, I'm not your cousin, I'm not your blood
Yup, I pour fours all the time, I sip lots of mud
White folks starin' at me, I'm a rich-ass thug
F*ck your bitch from the back, while I'm hittin' my Dougie
Yeah, I smell like baccarat, but the blunt's still musty
Diamonds dancin', Michael Jackson, I'm a bad motherf*cker
Uh, yeah, I'm a bad motherf*cker (Glizock)
Diamonds dancin', Michael Jackson, I'm a bad motherf*cker
New Celine jean jacket, bitch, I dress like a trucker
All these bitches on my ding-a-ling, like John Tucker
Yeah, uh (what?)
Old cappin'-ass niggas (yeah)
Got clips, like a movie, for these actin'-ass niggas (bah)
Yeah, ten foreign whips, still a ratchet-ass nigga (skrrt)
Yeah, all out in the hills, with that ratchet on me, nigga (bah)
These niggas playin' both sides, monkey in the middle
My neck Atlantic Ocean and my wrist the Nile River (phew)
Got money on my mind every time a nigga get up (phew)
I'm shittin' on the industry, can't crop me out the picture, bitch
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Homicide Gvng
(Yo, Mannie)
Ayy
I'm a down south, diamond mouth, Glock .9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga them the coldest (yeah)
Homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin' shit (fire)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (yeah)
I'll be right back, lil' bitch, I got some dough to get (hol' up)
I hop up in my foreign, and it don't matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip, even though I be on some solo shit (yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she say, "Goddamn, holy shit"
This shit hittin' like Holyfield, I'm shootin' shit, you know I will (yeah)
Gang 'nem tryna overkill, and the opps, they know we is (yeah)
Bart chain cost a quarter-mill', plus a sixty, that's for real (yeah)
Bitch, I'm signed to the field, yeah, I still ain't signed a deal
Percocets, no Benadryl, been gettin' money, and still is
Every time you see me, I got two cups, they like, "You still ill"
Every time you see me, I got it tucked, nigga, I still will
Pull this motherf*cker out my Amiri jeans and pull the trigger (bah)
Yeah, shoot a nigga, like Mike (yeah)
I jumped up off the porch, before I jumped up on the mic' (yeah)
Yeah, this shit just too easy, I be rappin' my real life (yeah)
I'm ruthless, just like Eazy, I ain't goin' without a fight
Ayy, nigga, I'm a down south, diamond mouth, Glock .9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga them the coldest (yeah)
Homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin' shit (fire)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (yeah)
Hol' up, lil' bitch, I got me some more dough to flip (hol' up)
Cash rules everything around me, like I growed this shit (yeah)
I just poured up a four with juicy, now I'm floatin' and shit (yeah)
Niggas act like bitches 'bout these bitches, but you know this shit (yeah)
In the east coast with my blicky, never leave without my stick (bah)
Niggas rats, yeah, they be Mickey, me, myself, inadequate
When I shoot this chopper, they like, "This nigga is accurate" (bah)
When I shoot this chopper, they like, "This nigga is talented" (yeah)
Money talkin' to my ex, like, "I told you"
Yeah, my heart cold, but my wrist might be colder (yeah)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I'm comin' over (skrrt)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I'm comin' over (yeah, nigga)
I'm a down south, diamond mouth, Glock .9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga them the coldest (yeah)
Homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin' shit (fire)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (yeah)
I'll be right back, lil' bitch, I got some dough to get (hol' up)
I hop up in my foreign, and it don't matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip, even though I be on some solo shit (yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she say, "Goddamn, holy shit"
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Ayy
I'm a down south, diamond mouth, Glock .9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga them the coldest (yeah)
Homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin' shit (fire)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (yeah)
I'll be right back, lil' bitch, I got some dough to get (hol' up)
I hop up in my foreign, and it don't matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip, even though I be on some solo shit (yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she say, "Goddamn, holy shit"
This shit hittin' like Holyfield, I'm shootin' shit, you know I will (yeah)
Gang 'nem tryna overkill, and the opps, they know we is (yeah)
Bart chain cost a quarter-mill', plus a sixty, that's for real (yeah)
Bitch, I'm signed to the field, yeah, I still ain't signed a deal
Percocets, no Benadryl, been gettin' money, and still is
Every time you see me, I got two cups, they like, "You still ill"
Every time you see me, I got it tucked, nigga, I still will
Pull this motherf*cker out my Amiri jeans and pull the trigger (bah)
Yeah, shoot a nigga, like Mike (yeah)
I jumped up off the porch, before I jumped up on the mic' (yeah)
Yeah, this shit just too easy, I be rappin' my real life (yeah)
I'm ruthless, just like Eazy, I ain't goin' without a fight
Ayy, nigga, I'm a down south, diamond mouth, Glock .9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga them the coldest (yeah)
Homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin' shit (fire)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (yeah)
Hol' up, lil' bitch, I got me some more dough to flip (hol' up)
Cash rules everything around me, like I growed this shit (yeah)
I just poured up a four with juicy, now I'm floatin' and shit (yeah)
Niggas act like bitches 'bout these bitches, but you know this shit (yeah)
In the east coast with my blicky, never leave without my stick (bah)
Niggas rats, yeah, they be Mickey, me, myself, inadequate
When I shoot this chopper, they like, "This nigga is accurate" (bah)
When I shoot this chopper, they like, "This nigga is talented" (yeah)
Money talkin' to my ex, like, "I told you"
Yeah, my heart cold, but my wrist might be colder (yeah)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I'm comin' over (skrrt)
I just got the drop, I told the opps I'm comin' over (yeah, nigga)
I'm a down south, diamond mouth, Glock .9 toter (Glizock)
Homicide gang, my young nigga them the coldest (yeah)
Homicide gang, yeah, my young niggas be smokin' shit (fire)
And they call me Glock, I keep that Glock, but you should know this shit (yeah)
I'll be right back, lil' bitch, I got some dough to get (hol' up)
I hop up in my foreign, and it don't matter which one, they notice it
Got thirty in my clip, even though I be on some solo shit (yeah)
My auntie seen my Jesus piece and she say, "Goddamn, holy shit"
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Fuck A Feature
[ Featuring Fuck a Feature ]
(DY Krazy)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Glizock
Yeah
Ahem
The f*ck?
PRE 5L
Yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, I might just pay myself for a feature
It's Glizock, I be fresh and I finesse just like a preacher
It's M-O-B, I heard that it's cheaper to keep her
But hell nah, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money or these bitches neither (uh-uh)
Ridin' with a hundred shots up in a two-seater
Say hello to my little friend, it's nice to meet you
My top down, my eyes low, I'm smokin' on some ether
My money long, my pockets fat, my pockets on Peter, nigga
Yeah, my pockets on Peter Griffin
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I been gettin' it (yeah)
Nina on my side, I let it spit just like Nicki (fah)
Too much money, they think I'm illuminati, this shit wicked (what's up?)
Ayy, I'm too much for these niggas
Ayy, I'm three much for these bitches
Every day, I pour a four, codeine floatin' in my system
Yup, my cousin, he's a bishop
But, no, I ain't talkin' church, but we clappin' like we in one (bah)
Ayy, I might just pay myself for a feature (yeah)
It's Glizock, I be fresh and I finesse just like a preacher (yeah)
It's M-O-B, I heard that it's cheaper to keep her (what?)
But hell nah, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money or these bitches neither (the f*ck?)
This money got me turnt up, yup, yup, I just broke the meter (yeah)
I'm flexin' on these niggas, shit, I had to drop a sequel (yeah)
You know I rep that five, bitch, I do this for my people (yeah)
I'm smokin' on some 'za, but my auntie call it reefer (that's dope)
I'm ballin' hard on all my opps (opps), them niggas in the bleachers
You know I call all the shots (all the shots), I hang with grim reapers
You know we standin' on top (on top), them niggas just beneath us
Ayy, f*ck the rap game, just pay myself for a feature (yeah, Glizock)
Ayy, f*ck the rap game, I'll pay myself for a feature
Ayy, f*ck the rap game, I'll pay myself for a feature, yeah (on God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (on God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (on God)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah
Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Glockoma 2 is the third studio album by American rapper Key Glock. It was released on February 24, 2023, through Paper Route Empire.
The album peaked at number 13 on the US Billboard 200.
Performed By:
Key GlockThe album peaked at number 13 on the US Billboard 200.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Aim on My Neck, Bandplay, Bankroll Got It, Blondobeats, DY, JohnnyTurnItUp, King Ceeo, Mannie IL, Norman A. Harris, Teddy Walton, Nemo
Length: 40:29
Released: February 24th, 2023
Year: 2023