Key Glock - Yea!! Lyrics

Glock!
Big Glock
(Yeah, yeah) Glizzock
Yeahh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up!)

I got this big ass diamond ring, uh
Big racks in my jeans, yeah (racks)
I feel like KD, uh
Shooters on my team, yeah
I f*ck her 'til she scream, uh
Make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin' like some grease, uh
You niggas ain't touchin' me, yeah
Ridin' in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ain't no limit to this shit (bitch!)
I got racks on racks on me
Got this brand new whip (skrr)
Hell nah, my shit ain't leased, yeah
Bad lil' bitch give me face like ID's
Then I beat, beat, beat, beat her up like Ali, yeah
Franklin's, Grant's, and Jackson's, I got blue, pink, and some green, yeah
I came from flippin' packs, now I drop tracks and buy bling, yeah
Diamond rings, yeah, championship team, yeah
We all eat, yeah, money stuck in my teeth, yeah

I got this big ass diamond ring, uh
Big racks in my jeans, yeah (racks)
I feel like KD, uh
Shooters on my team
I f*ck her 'til she scream, uh
Make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin' like some grease, uh
You niggas ain't touchin' me, yeah
Ridin' in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah

Who? (Who?)
Me! (Me!)
Bitch, I'm Master Key! (Glock)
But I'm still a P
Youngin' off the leash, yeah
I'm a sight to see, uh
Make yo' wife a freak, uh
Tryna pipe ya niece, uh (pipe)
Keep that pipe on me, bah!

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someone get her off of me, she suckin' me just like a leech (ew)
Told her if she come wit' me she cannot make a snap or tweet
Pull up, paint job bumblebee, you niggas is a wannabee
You know I got guns on me, don't run up, you get done, homie
Bap! Now you're dead
Uh, you shouldn't of did what ya did, yeah
Bap! Now you're dead
Uh, you shouldn't of said what ya said

I got this big ass diamond ring, uh
Big racks in my jeans, yeah (racks)
I feel like KD, uh
Shooters on my team
I f*ck her 'til she scream, uh
Make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin' like some grease, uh
You niggas ain't touchin' me, yeah
Ridin' in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout it, 'bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah