Like
I keep my glock, I keep my toolie
Got all type attachments, Like im playing Call Of Duty
Stuck up in them trenches
Made it out, that's the beauty
Shoutout Dey, he my brother, he my twin
Really found my Huey
(Facts)
And then we map out
Got so much data, cache out
They chasing these niggas they black out
They pass out
They crash out
They getting they magic they Mashle out
Im stacking my bands I cash out
They wonder why, Cause I...
I keep my glock, I keep my toolie
Got all type attachments, Like im playing Call Of Duty
Stuck up in them trenches
Made it out, that's the beauty
Shoutout Dey, he my brother, he my twin
Really found my Huey
(uh)
Bitch don't kill my vibe
You know I keep my money high
I stack that shit to the sky
You know you know not alone
F*ck all the haters and get em' gone
I'm turning my back like some Vlone
Uh, They said I wouldn't make it
They follow my path, now they chase it
We getting to the top now we case it
Okay, and now im in that 5 story
F*ck the fame, I keep my glory
I dont got no limits in my inventory
Yeah okay
And shoutout to days ones
A father figure with all they sons
Like a bodyguard with hella guns
Its all because of Jesus
He the one that cleaned the pieces
Non stop grind until my body deceases
I keep my glock, I keep my toolie
Got all type attachments, Like im playing Call Of Duty
Stuck up in them trenches
Made it out, that's the beauty
Shoutout Dey, he my brother, he my twin
Really found my Huey
(Facts)