(AIMONMYNECK at it again)
(Blazer outer space shit) G-Lock, yeah
Ayy, Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (flex)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
Young nigga playin' with them M's since nineteen (yeah)
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans
9-millimeter, let it squeeze like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much shit, that's why they don't like me
I pop too much shit, that's why they don't like me
Yeah, I'm tryna roll up a opp and put him in a L (yeah)
If she ain't right then the bitch gettin' left
My nigga got caught with some bail, made his bail (bail)
Look at my left wrist, this bitch cold as hell
Yeah, I mean cold as ice
One in the head, you better think twice
Niggas be switchin', I can't leave my pipe (pipe)
These niggas be switchin', I can't leave without it
These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour
I'ma go get it, I gotta go get it
On my road to riches, these niggas some clowns
The Glock came with switches, the Maybach got switches
The way this bitch bouncin' up and off the ground
I'ma kill a f*ck nigga whenever I see him
Just tell momma'nem, hold it down
Since I was six, I was man of the house (house)
Ten years later, playing 'round with a pound
Ayy, I didn't play then and I don't play now (now)
Can't name one nigga touched me
In a two-seater with a whole hundred rounds (rounds)
Cap, you ain't never ever seen a hundred pounds
Yeah, I used to serve my uncle Gram's
Auntie talking 'bout, "Do the right thing"
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (yeah)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them Ms since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Ayy, two twin Glocks on me like I'm a Pisces
Gucci with the Jays, ayy, no, I'm not a hypebeast (uh-huh)
Niggas ain't reall on shit, just typin'
Dog ass nigga, I be runnin' with some hot beams
Ayy, niggas ain't reall on shit, just typin'
Dog ass nigga, I be hangin' with some hyenas
I made it off the block then made a couple million
Then got me a spot out there by the white people (yeah)
Just f*cked around, spilled some Wock' on my wife beater (Wock', Wock')
Left wrist like Ike, right wrist like Tina
Talk to therapist, I like money, I don't like people
Ridin' in the AMG Benz, I don't like Beamers
Skeleton AP, bitch, I'm the reaper
Stay fresh to death, yeah, this young nigga lethal
I got that bag, yeah, that bag I'ma keep it
And I got it on me, this shit not a secret
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them Ms since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (yeah)
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
9-millimeter, and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Key Glock - Spike Lee Lyrics
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(AIMONMYNECK at it again)
(Blazer outer space shit) G-Lock, yeah
Ayy, Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (flex)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
Young nigga playin' with them M's since nineteen (yeah)
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans
9-millimeter, let it squeeze like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much shit, that's why they don't like me
I pop too much shit, that's why they don't like me
Yeah, I'm tryna roll up a opp and put him in a L (yeah)
If she ain't right then the bitch gettin' left
My nigga got caught with some bail, made his bail (bail)
Look at my left wrist, this bitch cold as hell
Yeah, I mean cold as ice
One in the head, you better think twice
Niggas be switchin', I can't leave my pipe (pipe)
These niggas be switchin', I can't leave without it
These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour
I'ma go get it, I gotta go get it
On my road to riches, these niggas some clowns
The Glock came with switches, the Maybach got switches
The way this bitch bouncin' up and off the ground
I'ma kill a f*ck nigga whenever I see him
Just tell momma'nem, hold it down
Since I was six, I was man of the house (house)
Ten years later, playing 'round with a pound
Ayy, I didn't play then and I don't play now (now)
Can't name one nigga touched me
In a two-seater with a whole hundred rounds (rounds)
Cap, you ain't never ever seen a hundred pounds
Yeah, I used to serve my uncle Gram's
Auntie talking 'bout, "Do the right thing"
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (yeah)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them Ms since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Ayy, two twin Glocks on me like I'm a Pisces
Gucci with the Jays, ayy, no, I'm not a hypebeast (uh-huh)
Niggas ain't reall on shit, just typin'
Dog ass nigga, I be runnin' with some hot beams
Ayy, niggas ain't reall on shit, just typin'
Dog ass nigga, I be hangin' with some hyenas
I made it off the block then made a couple million
Then got me a spot out there by the white people (yeah)
Just f*cked around, spilled some Wock' on my wife beater (Wock', Wock')
Left wrist like Ike, right wrist like Tina
Talk to therapist, I like money, I don't like people
Ridin' in the AMG Benz, I don't like Beamers
Skeleton AP, bitch, I'm the reaper
Stay fresh to death, yeah, this young nigga lethal
I got that bag, yeah, that bag I'ma keep it
And I got it on me, this shit not a secret
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them Ms since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (yeah)
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
9-millimeter, and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
(Blazer outer space shit) G-Lock, yeah
Ayy, Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (flex)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
Young nigga playin' with them M's since nineteen (yeah)
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans
9-millimeter, let it squeeze like a Hi-C (baow)
Talk too much shit, that's why they don't like me
I pop too much shit, that's why they don't like me
Yeah, I'm tryna roll up a opp and put him in a L (yeah)
If she ain't right then the bitch gettin' left
My nigga got caught with some bail, made his bail (bail)
Look at my left wrist, this bitch cold as hell
Yeah, I mean cold as ice
One in the head, you better think twice
Niggas be switchin', I can't leave my pipe (pipe)
These niggas be switchin', I can't leave without it
These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour
I'ma go get it, I gotta go get it
On my road to riches, these niggas some clowns
The Glock came with switches, the Maybach got switches
The way this bitch bouncin' up and off the ground
I'ma kill a f*ck nigga whenever I see him
Just tell momma'nem, hold it down
Since I was six, I was man of the house (house)
Ten years later, playing 'round with a pound
Ayy, I didn't play then and I don't play now (now)
Can't name one nigga touched me
In a two-seater with a whole hundred rounds (rounds)
Cap, you ain't never ever seen a hundred pounds
Yeah, I used to serve my uncle Gram's
Auntie talking 'bout, "Do the right thing"
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (yeah)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them Ms since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Ayy, two twin Glocks on me like I'm a Pisces
Gucci with the Jays, ayy, no, I'm not a hypebeast (uh-huh)
Niggas ain't reall on shit, just typin'
Dog ass nigga, I be runnin' with some hot beams
Ayy, niggas ain't reall on shit, just typin'
Dog ass nigga, I be hangin' with some hyenas
I made it off the block then made a couple million
Then got me a spot out there by the white people (yeah)
Just f*cked around, spilled some Wock' on my wife beater (Wock', Wock')
Left wrist like Ike, right wrist like Tina
Talk to therapist, I like money, I don't like people
Ridin' in the AMG Benz, I don't like Beamers
Skeleton AP, bitch, I'm the reaper
Stay fresh to death, yeah, this young nigga lethal
I got that bag, yeah, that bag I'ma keep it
And I got it on me, this shit not a secret
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Six figures sittin' on a nigga white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I've been playin' with them Ms since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be (yeah)
9-millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they don't like me
Chrome Hearts frames on my face like Spike Lee (yeah)
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin' on my white tee
Screamin', "M-O-B," these hoes don't excite me (excite me)
I been playin' with them M's since nineteen
Racks too big so I barely wear tight jeans (tight jeans)
She like, "Boy, you geeked up," bitch, I might be
9-millimeter, and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING