Yeah
Yeah
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Ayy
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't f*ck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep
Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC (grrah)
Yeah, big chains soundin' like bells on me
Just told this ho she ain't worth fifty cent
Bitch, you know I'm a P-I-M-P
If I see this shit, I want it, I get it, nigga
I ain't got time for no lease (yeah)
Snub-nose revolver in my pocket, I shoot like Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin', big, big business
Got my own whips, I ain't doin' no rentin'
I cut the bitch off, I ain't doin' no trickin'
Ho, tie your shoes, lil' bitch, you trippin'
Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it
Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it (ayy), show you how to flip it
Talkin' 'bout money, then you know I'm listenin'
Money keep callin' like, "Glock, come get me"
Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
Shit, should've bought a Continental Bentley (let's go)
Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
Shit, should've bought a Continental Bentley
Ayy, I love my gang and f*ck who against it
I just dropped a hundred on the Cutthroat pendants
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
I'm a self made nigga, never had an OG (uh-uh)
You can ask my grandma, ask my cousin
You can ask my teacher, you can ask the streets (yeah)
I just be in the cut, so don't get cut
You know I'm cut, that cutter on me
I just be in the cut, so don't get cut
You know I'm cut, that cutter on me
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't f*ck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep (skrrt)
Yeah, real drank sipper, I don't fight my sleep (uh-uh)
Yeah, real hustler, sell shells on the beach (uh)
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., baby, and these other niggas sheep
Yeah, shootin' like Kyrie if a nigga reach (bah-bah)
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., niggas rats, I can hear 'em squeakin' (yeah)
Ayy, let me borrow your bitch for the weekend (ayy)
Jumped out the back of the Maybach geekin'
Spilled some drank on my Amiris tweakin'
Damn, I love my cup like Weezy
Ball so hard, this shit here easy (swish)
New car, new watch for no reason
Shorty suck it like she teethin'
Forty have a nigga leakin'
Money talk, you niggas speechless
Money talkin', Big Glock speakin' (ayy, ayy)
Money talkin', Big Glock speakin' (ayy)
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't f*ck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep (ayy, yeah)
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key (uh-uh)
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't f*ck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep
Key Glock - Yellow Tape 2 Album Lyrics
Key Glock - Yellow Tape 2 Lyrics
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Channel 5
(Triple G Ty)
(Let the BandPlay)
Glizock
Big Glock
Either way, they hate
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised
I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5 (baow, baow, baow, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's Big Glock, supersized (yeah)
And you lil' niggas french fries (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ever since I ran my money up, yup, I been runnin' wild (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I ran it up, I buy whatever, they like, "Calm down" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be so motherf*ckin' turnt, it ain't no turnin' down (yeah)
Yeah, all these bitches wanna f*ck, can't name a ho that turn me down, nigga
Phew, phew, that's that money sound (yeah)
I'm cuttin' all these, look, a cut up in my thumb now
I only want the neck but she wanna go to pound town
Can't lie, that bitch get wet, even though she been around 'round
Yeah, bitch, I get that guacamole (whoa), I gets that guap, you know it
I hop up in that 'Vette and floor it ('Vette), yeah, bitch, it's on the floor
I'm killin' shit, yeah, pull the cord (bitch), yeah, gon' and pull the cord
They like, "Boy, you racked up" (racked up), but I still want some more
These niggas hatin' in disguise, but me, I ain't got shit to hide (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch on demon time, I let her eat it in my ride (yeah)
I been countin' money, money, money, money all the time
I can show you how to get some money, it ain't rocket science
These niggas hatin' in disguise (ha), but me, I ain't got shit to hide (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch on demon time, I let her eat it in my ride
I been countin' money, money, money, money all the time
I can show you how to get some money, it ain't rocket science (the f*ck?)
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised
I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5 (grrah, baow, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five
It's Big Glock, supersized
And you lil' niggas french fries
Ayy, I got money comin' in, yeah, that money keep on payin'
I just bussed down my wrist again, I call it perfect tint
I be sippin' purple codeine and smokin' purple flavors
Sharin' is carin', my nigga, you know that bitch is ours (ayy)
It's Glizock, I move just like a ghost, yeah, I got plenty power (ayy)
It's Glizock, you know I do the most, you know these niggas ours (ayy)
It's Glizock and I can't ever fold 'cause I don't know how (ayy)
Yep, you know my name, I up this bitch, then it's gon' go down (Glock)
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised (baow, boaw, boaw, baow)
I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5 (fah, fah, fah, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five (yeah)
It's Big Glock, supersized
And you lil' niggas french fries
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised
I'm nothin' like them other guys (Glizock)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five
It's Big Glock, supersized
and you lil' niggas french fries
Ayy, ever since I ran my money up, yup, I been runnin' wild
Yeah, bitch, I ran it up, I buy whatever, they like, "Calm down" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be so motherf*ckin' turnt, it ain't no turnin' down (turnt, turnt)
Yeah, all these bitches wanna f*ck, can't name a ho that turn me down, nigga (baow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Baow
(Let the BandPlay)
Glizock
Big Glock
Either way, they hate
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised
I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5 (baow, baow, baow, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's Big Glock, supersized (yeah)
And you lil' niggas french fries (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, ever since I ran my money up, yup, I been runnin' wild (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I ran it up, I buy whatever, they like, "Calm down" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be so motherf*ckin' turnt, it ain't no turnin' down (yeah)
Yeah, all these bitches wanna f*ck, can't name a ho that turn me down, nigga
Phew, phew, that's that money sound (yeah)
I'm cuttin' all these, look, a cut up in my thumb now
I only want the neck but she wanna go to pound town
Can't lie, that bitch get wet, even though she been around 'round
Yeah, bitch, I get that guacamole (whoa), I gets that guap, you know it
I hop up in that 'Vette and floor it ('Vette), yeah, bitch, it's on the floor
I'm killin' shit, yeah, pull the cord (bitch), yeah, gon' and pull the cord
They like, "Boy, you racked up" (racked up), but I still want some more
These niggas hatin' in disguise, but me, I ain't got shit to hide (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch on demon time, I let her eat it in my ride (yeah)
I been countin' money, money, money, money all the time
I can show you how to get some money, it ain't rocket science
These niggas hatin' in disguise (ha), but me, I ain't got shit to hide (yeah)
Bad lil' bitch on demon time, I let her eat it in my ride
I been countin' money, money, money, money all the time
I can show you how to get some money, it ain't rocket science (the f*ck?)
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised
I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5 (grrah, baow, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five
It's Big Glock, supersized
And you lil' niggas french fries
Ayy, I got money comin' in, yeah, that money keep on payin'
I just bussed down my wrist again, I call it perfect tint
I be sippin' purple codeine and smokin' purple flavors
Sharin' is carin', my nigga, you know that bitch is ours (ayy)
It's Glizock, I move just like a ghost, yeah, I got plenty power (ayy)
It's Glizock, you know I do the most, you know these niggas ours (ayy)
It's Glizock and I can't ever fold 'cause I don't know how (ayy)
Yep, you know my name, I up this bitch, then it's gon' go down (Glock)
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised (baow, boaw, boaw, baow)
I'm nothin' like them other guys (yeah)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5 (fah, fah, fah, yeah)
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five (yeah)
It's Big Glock, supersized
And you lil' niggas french fries
These niggas hatin', I'm not surprised
I'm nothin' like them other guys (Glizock)
Thirty shots up in this nine
I put your ass on Channel 5
I can't trust no bitch, no lie
I'd rather work a nine to five
It's Big Glock, supersized
and you lil' niggas french fries
Ayy, ever since I ran my money up, yup, I been runnin' wild
Yeah, bitch, I ran it up, I buy whatever, they like, "Calm down" (yeah)
Yeah, bitch, I be so motherf*ckin' turnt, it ain't no turnin' down (turnt, turnt)
Yeah, all these bitches wanna f*ck, can't name a ho that turn me down, nigga (baow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Baow
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Bill Gates
(Buddah bless this beat)
Phew, this money give me chills
Ayy, I been stackin' up my coins ever since I was little (little)
Ayy, ever since I jumped off the porch, I've been in the field (field)
Ayy, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, rich as Bill Gates, yeah, rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, Bill Gates, get rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates
I got on thing on my bucket list, get rich as Elon Musk (yeah)
Got this one lil' pretty bitch, she tryna come and clean me up
Yeah, I been sippin' so much Wock' and Tris, yeah, I can't get enough (uh-uh)
I try to hide it from my mama 'cause she hate I drink that stuff (uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm the one, no runner up (uh-uh), bitch, I'm the shit, got bubble guts (uh-huh)
I hope you don't play runnin' up (uh-uh), that cutter give 'em a tummy tuck (uh-huh)
Yeah, these niggas ain't nothin' like us (uh-uh), my chopper sing like Monica (uh-huh)
Yeah, my niggas they purge for fun, they mask up like a Comic-Con (baow)
Phew (yeah), this money give me chills (chills)
Ayy, I been stackin' up my coins ever since I was little (little)
Ayy, ever since I jumped off the porch, I've been in the field (field)
Ayy, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, rich as Bill Gates, yeah, rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, Bill Gates, get rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates
Yeah, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Warren Buffett
Yeah, I can't wait to drop a ticket on a watch like it ain't nothin'
Yeah, I just hopped up out that droptop, smokin' indo' out in public
Yeah, and if it ain't about no money, end of the discussion
Yeah, I been sippin' on some 'Tussin, movin' really sluggish
Yeah, I been slippin' with my chopper, she might cut it funny
Yeah, nigga kept doin' all the talkin', hit him and his buddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bullets fly if I press that button (yeah)
Phew (yeah), this money give me chills (chills)
Ayy, I been stackin' up my coins ever since I was little (little)
Ayy, ever since I jumped off the porch, I've been in the field (field)
Ayy, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, rich as Bill Gates, yeah, rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, Bill Gates, get rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Phew, this money give me chills
Ayy, I been stackin' up my coins ever since I was little (little)
Ayy, ever since I jumped off the porch, I've been in the field (field)
Ayy, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, rich as Bill Gates, yeah, rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, Bill Gates, get rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates
I got on thing on my bucket list, get rich as Elon Musk (yeah)
Got this one lil' pretty bitch, she tryna come and clean me up
Yeah, I been sippin' so much Wock' and Tris, yeah, I can't get enough (uh-uh)
I try to hide it from my mama 'cause she hate I drink that stuff (uh-huh)
Yeah, I'm the one, no runner up (uh-uh), bitch, I'm the shit, got bubble guts (uh-huh)
I hope you don't play runnin' up (uh-uh), that cutter give 'em a tummy tuck (uh-huh)
Yeah, these niggas ain't nothin' like us (uh-uh), my chopper sing like Monica (uh-huh)
Yeah, my niggas they purge for fun, they mask up like a Comic-Con (baow)
Phew (yeah), this money give me chills (chills)
Ayy, I been stackin' up my coins ever since I was little (little)
Ayy, ever since I jumped off the porch, I've been in the field (field)
Ayy, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, rich as Bill Gates, yeah, rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, Bill Gates, get rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates
Yeah, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Warren Buffett
Yeah, I can't wait to drop a ticket on a watch like it ain't nothin'
Yeah, I just hopped up out that droptop, smokin' indo' out in public
Yeah, and if it ain't about no money, end of the discussion
Yeah, I been sippin' on some 'Tussin, movin' really sluggish
Yeah, I been slippin' with my chopper, she might cut it funny
Yeah, nigga kept doin' all the talkin', hit him and his buddy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bullets fly if I press that button (yeah)
Phew (yeah), this money give me chills (chills)
Ayy, I been stackin' up my coins ever since I was little (little)
Ayy, ever since I jumped off the porch, I've been in the field (field)
Ayy, I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, rich as Bill Gates, yeah, rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Yeah, Bill Gates, get rich as Bill Gates
I got one thing on my bucket list, get rich as Bill Gates (yeah)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
!!!Dont Know Who to Trust
My auntie died in her sleep, yeah that shit f*cked me up
And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust, and I still don't give a f*ck
These niggas know what's up, these bitches know what's up
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, but they know I can't cuff
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, they just good for some f*ckin'
I hit rich nigga luxury, I made it out the jungle
I made it out the gutter, jumped up off the porch straight thuggin'
Yeah I ran it up, before this shit got ugly (Bitch)
And I got some young niggas they hotter than an oven
Don't make me push that button, rest in peace lil' buddy
I don't give a f*ck about shit, I don't even f*ck with my cousin
Shout out to my momma, bitch I'm a natural-born hustler
Yeah I'm a bad motherf*cker, got a hammer on me, can't touch this
Ay, shout out to my momma, bitch I'm a natural-born hustler
Yeah, I'm still that lil' bad motherf*cker, they still hatin' on me, I'm like what for? (Huh?)
What for, what for, what for?
Ay, why these niggas hatin' on the kid? Because my racks got big?
Because I'm still f*ckin' on this bitch? Because I got six whips?
Or because I got six watches to right along with that shit? (Yeah)
Bitch, I be poppin' on this shit, bitch I be poppin' my shit
These lil' rappers copy my shit, it look like a [?] mix
I'm still tryna get another M, still tryna put a baby up in [?]
Yeah I still got a lot a little shit I did, and I still keep the steel right here on my hip
Bitch I'm still gettin' rich, bitch I'm still gettin' rich
I'm a smooth lil nigga, I'm silk
And I still don't show no sympth'
My granny ain't raise no wimp, and my grandaddy ain't played this shit
I made my first hundred, I was smilin' like [?]
But this shit got [?]
My auntie died in her sleep, yeah that shit f*cked me up
And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust, and I still don't give a f*ck
And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust, and I still don't give a f*ck
These niggas know what's up, these bitches know what's up
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, but they know I can't cuff
Got a couple IG hoes on my dick, they just good for some f*ckin'
I hit rich nigga luxury, I made it out the jungle
I made it out the gutter, jumped up off the porch straight thuggin'
Yeah I ran it up, before this shit got ugly (Bitch)
And I got some young niggas they hotter than an oven
Don't make me push that button, rest in peace lil' buddy
I don't give a f*ck about shit, I don't even f*ck with my cousin
Shout out to my momma, bitch I'm a natural-born hustler
Yeah I'm a bad motherf*cker, got a hammer on me, can't touch this
Ay, shout out to my momma, bitch I'm a natural-born hustler
Yeah, I'm still that lil' bad motherf*cker, they still hatin' on me, I'm like what for? (Huh?)
What for, what for, what for?
Ay, why these niggas hatin' on the kid? Because my racks got big?
Because I'm still f*ckin' on this bitch? Because I got six whips?
Or because I got six watches to right along with that shit? (Yeah)
Bitch, I be poppin' on this shit, bitch I be poppin' my shit
These lil' rappers copy my shit, it look like a [?] mix
I'm still tryna get another M, still tryna put a baby up in [?]
Yeah I still got a lot a little shit I did, and I still keep the steel right here on my hip
Bitch I'm still gettin' rich, bitch I'm still gettin' rich
I'm a smooth lil nigga, I'm silk
And I still don't show no sympth'
My granny ain't raise no wimp, and my grandaddy ain't played this shit
I made my first hundred, I was smilin' like [?]
But this shit got [?]
My auntie died in her sleep, yeah that shit f*cked me up
And a couple day ones turned they back, I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to trust, and I still don't give a f*ck
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Juicemane
(Let the BandPlay)
G-lock
Ayy, you know I got the juice, mane
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne
(Skrrt, skrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, in this thang, switchin' lanes (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA (yuh)
(Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA)
Yuh, young nigga ballin', ballin', ballin', NBA (swish)
I never been mad rich
I got like ten bitches and all ten of them the baddest (ten)
(I got like ten bitches and all ten of them the baddest)
Addicted to this money, yup I get that shit the fastest
Yuh, I gotta have that shit (yeah)
Where yo bag at?
Run yo bag up, lil nigga
Where yo bag at?
(You ain't talkin' bout no money, nigga back-back) yeah
You ain't talkin' bout no money, where yo' bag at, nigga? (What the f*ck?)
I get rizzack after rizzack every motherf*ckin' day (yeah)
Dead presi's in my pocket, yeah, that's a cold case (yeah)
I just poured two fours of Wocky, faded like I'm number 8
I be ballin' like I'm Kobe, you know ain't no time to play, nigga (swish)
Ayy, you know I got the juice, mane
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne
(Skrrt, skrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, in this thang, switchin' lanes (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA (yuh)
(Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA)
Yuh, young nigga ballin', ballin', ballin', NBA (yeah)
And I'm in the field, I keep the steel, but I'm not from Pittsburgh
You know money talkin', but shit walk, my nigga, what's the word? (Wassup?)
They like "Glizock this" and "Glizock that", lil bitch, f*ck what you heard
Memphis nigga, I get a lot of racks and sip a lotta syrup (Wock' Wock')
My opps are scared, I know they scurred
My friends are dead, choppa in my 'vert
Got a choppa in the booth, today I brought my kid to work
(Got a choppa in the studio, I brought my kid to work)
I be noddin' off that Wock' Wock', yup but I be still alert (yeah)
Ayy, you know I got the juice, mane
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne (what the f*ck?)
You know I got the juice, mane (yeah)
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne (yeah)
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, in this thang, switchin' lanes (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA (yuh)
(Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA)
Yuh, young nigga ballin', ballin', ballin', NBA (swish)
G-lock
Ayy, you know I got the juice, mane
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne
(Skrrt, skrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, in this thang, switchin' lanes (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA (yuh)
(Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA)
Yuh, young nigga ballin', ballin', ballin', NBA (swish)
I never been mad rich
I got like ten bitches and all ten of them the baddest (ten)
(I got like ten bitches and all ten of them the baddest)
Addicted to this money, yup I get that shit the fastest
Yuh, I gotta have that shit (yeah)
Where yo bag at?
Run yo bag up, lil nigga
Where yo bag at?
(You ain't talkin' bout no money, nigga back-back) yeah
You ain't talkin' bout no money, where yo' bag at, nigga? (What the f*ck?)
I get rizzack after rizzack every motherf*ckin' day (yeah)
Dead presi's in my pocket, yeah, that's a cold case (yeah)
I just poured two fours of Wocky, faded like I'm number 8
I be ballin' like I'm Kobe, you know ain't no time to play, nigga (swish)
Ayy, you know I got the juice, mane
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne
(Skrrt, skrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, in this thang, switchin' lanes (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA (yuh)
(Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA)
Yuh, young nigga ballin', ballin', ballin', NBA (yeah)
And I'm in the field, I keep the steel, but I'm not from Pittsburgh
You know money talkin', but shit walk, my nigga, what's the word? (Wassup?)
They like "Glizock this" and "Glizock that", lil bitch, f*ck what you heard
Memphis nigga, I get a lot of racks and sip a lotta syrup (Wock' Wock')
My opps are scared, I know they scurred
My friends are dead, choppa in my 'vert
Got a choppa in the booth, today I brought my kid to work
(Got a choppa in the studio, I brought my kid to work)
I be noddin' off that Wock' Wock', yup but I be still alert (yeah)
Ayy, you know I got the juice, mane
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne (what the f*ck?)
You know I got the juice, mane (yeah)
I just hopped up out that Lambo' Batmobile like Bruce Wayne (yeah)
I just dropped two hunnid on my gang, that shit was pocket change
And three hunnid for my chain, that's a Bentley Mulsanne
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, in this thang, switchin' lanes (yuh)
Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA (yuh)
(Diamonds on my neck and wrist fightin', MMA)
Yuh, young nigga ballin', ballin', ballin', NBA (swish)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Tony
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sosa 808)
Uh
Smokin' big blunts in the motherf*ckin' foreign
Hoppin' out in Mike Amiri jeans with Michael Jordan's
I just got some top at the top of the mornin' (yeah)
I'm my own accountant, I got guap, shoutout my lawyer (racks)
Racks on top of racks, keep that shit on me (keep that shit on me, yeah)
Yeah, I got it on me, yeah, don't run up on me (ba-ba-baow)
Told you that I'm cutthroat just like Tony (just like Tony)
Yeah, just like Tony, I'm cutthroat just like Tony, yeah (Montana)
Do you know how many of these bitches want me? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
I'm married to the money, baby, I'll never be lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas they phony, yeah, they fake and baloney
I used to eat baloney, now it's lamb with my homies (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yuh, yuh, drop a ten on your homies (yeah, yeah)
Yellow Canary diamonds but ain't nothin' 'bout me corny (uh-uh)
Yellow diamond Jacob on me, this shit here ain't normal (uh-uh)
Got a pocket full of commas and killers in my corner
Yuh, Glizzock been that nigga, bitch I'm fresh up out the jungle (Glizzock)
I ran my money up, these niggas tryna put me under
Can't let them put me under, I put that on my mama (Tameka)
Bitch respect this shit 'cause I'm the number one stunna (yuh)
Yuh, I been sippin' Wock' in the motherf*ckin' foreign (skrrt)
Hoppin' out in Mike Amiri jeans in Michael Jordan's (bitch)
I just hit this yellow bitch, I beat that pussy orange (yeah)
If that bitch ain't got a nigga then that shit is borin'
I'm a motherf*ckin' fool (fool)
Yuh, Glizzock do not give a f*ck, he do not follow rules
Yuh, Glizzock off the chain, yeah, Glizock a loose screw (what the f*ck?)
Yuh, this bitch just hit me up like, "Glock, what the f*ck you doin'?" (Uh)
Smokin' big blunts in the motherf*ckin' foreign (yuh)
Hoppin' out in Mike Amiri jeans with Michael Jordan's (yeah)
I just got some top at the top of the mornin' (yuh)
I'm my own accountant, I got guap, shoutout my lawyer (racks)
Racks on top of racks, keep that shit on me
Yeah, I got it on me, yeah, don't run up on me (ba-ba-baow)
Told you that I'm cutthroat just like Tony (just like Tony)
Yeah, just like Tony, I'm cutthroat just like Tony (Montana)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sosa 808)
Uh
Smokin' big blunts in the motherf*ckin' foreign
Hoppin' out in Mike Amiri jeans with Michael Jordan's
I just got some top at the top of the mornin' (yeah)
I'm my own accountant, I got guap, shoutout my lawyer (racks)
Racks on top of racks, keep that shit on me (keep that shit on me, yeah)
Yeah, I got it on me, yeah, don't run up on me (ba-ba-baow)
Told you that I'm cutthroat just like Tony (just like Tony)
Yeah, just like Tony, I'm cutthroat just like Tony, yeah (Montana)
Do you know how many of these bitches want me? (Huh? Huh? Huh?)
I'm married to the money, baby, I'll never be lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas they phony, yeah, they fake and baloney
I used to eat baloney, now it's lamb with my homies (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yuh, yuh, drop a ten on your homies (yeah, yeah)
Yellow Canary diamonds but ain't nothin' 'bout me corny (uh-uh)
Yellow diamond Jacob on me, this shit here ain't normal (uh-uh)
Got a pocket full of commas and killers in my corner
Yuh, Glizzock been that nigga, bitch I'm fresh up out the jungle (Glizzock)
I ran my money up, these niggas tryna put me under
Can't let them put me under, I put that on my mama (Tameka)
Bitch respect this shit 'cause I'm the number one stunna (yuh)
Yuh, I been sippin' Wock' in the motherf*ckin' foreign (skrrt)
Hoppin' out in Mike Amiri jeans in Michael Jordan's (bitch)
I just hit this yellow bitch, I beat that pussy orange (yeah)
If that bitch ain't got a nigga then that shit is borin'
I'm a motherf*ckin' fool (fool)
Yuh, Glizzock do not give a f*ck, he do not follow rules
Yuh, Glizzock off the chain, yeah, Glizock a loose screw (what the f*ck?)
Yuh, this bitch just hit me up like, "Glock, what the f*ck you doin'?" (Uh)
Smokin' big blunts in the motherf*ckin' foreign (yuh)
Hoppin' out in Mike Amiri jeans with Michael Jordan's (yeah)
I just got some top at the top of the mornin' (yuh)
I'm my own accountant, I got guap, shoutout my lawyer (racks)
Racks on top of racks, keep that shit on me
Yeah, I got it on me, yeah, don't run up on me (ba-ba-baow)
Told you that I'm cutthroat just like Tony (just like Tony)
Yeah, just like Tony, I'm cutthroat just like Tony (Montana)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Ambition For Cash
(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)
Yeah
Yeah
Glizock (grrt, baow, baow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, yeah, a bag a big bag
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (yeah, nigga)
I got a real ambition for this cash (yeah)
Thirteen years old, with a shoebox stash (yeah)
I'm always up to somethin', never sittin' on my ass
Nigga (what?), this Glizock got my skinnies saggin'
Nigga (yeah), I tote that Glizock with a passion (baow)
Nigga, I tote that Glizock with a passion (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I talk a whole lotta shit 'cause I can bag it (uh, uh)
Yeah, it's up there (yeah)
Bitch my heart cold (yeah), my last name Moncler (yeah, 'Cler)
My pockets fat swole (swole), no, I don't eat pears (uh-uh)
And trappin' ain't dead (what?), these niggas just queers
I'm sippin' color purple syrup
Ballin' hard just like The Beard (swoosh, yeah)
Yeah and Larry Bird, I'm shootin' shit, I know you heard
Ten toes never in no hurry, nigga, I call shots, you heard? (yup, yup)
Money talkin' what's the word (brrt, huh, what's up?)
Ayy, I pray but don't go to church
Don't ask me to spit a verse (uh-uh)
Can't trust no ho, that's devil word
Yeah, I know the devil work (I know)
And I know that nobody's perfect
Still can't trust a bitch for certain (huh?)
For real though (what the f*ck?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, yeah, a bag a big bag
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (yeah, nigga)
I got a real ambition for this cash (yeah)
Thirteen years old, with a shoebox stash (yeah)
I'm always up to somethin', never sittin' on my ass
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (yeah)
I got a real ambition for this cash (yeah)
Thirteen years old, with a shoebox stash (yeah)
I'm always up to somethin', never sittin' on my ass
What the f*ck?
Nigga
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Glizock (grrt, baow, baow)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, yeah, a bag a big bag
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (yeah, nigga)
I got a real ambition for this cash (yeah)
Thirteen years old, with a shoebox stash (yeah)
I'm always up to somethin', never sittin' on my ass
Nigga (what?), this Glizock got my skinnies saggin'
Nigga (yeah), I tote that Glizock with a passion (baow)
Nigga, I tote that Glizock with a passion (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I talk a whole lotta shit 'cause I can bag it (uh, uh)
Yeah, it's up there (yeah)
Bitch my heart cold (yeah), my last name Moncler (yeah, 'Cler)
My pockets fat swole (swole), no, I don't eat pears (uh-uh)
And trappin' ain't dead (what?), these niggas just queers
I'm sippin' color purple syrup
Ballin' hard just like The Beard (swoosh, yeah)
Yeah and Larry Bird, I'm shootin' shit, I know you heard
Ten toes never in no hurry, nigga, I call shots, you heard? (yup, yup)
Money talkin' what's the word (brrt, huh, what's up?)
Ayy, I pray but don't go to church
Don't ask me to spit a verse (uh-uh)
Can't trust no ho, that's devil word
Yeah, I know the devil work (I know)
And I know that nobody's perfect
Still can't trust a bitch for certain (huh?)
For real though (what the f*ck?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm in my bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, bitch, I just made a bag
Yeah, bag, yeah, bag, yeah, a bag a big bag
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (yeah, nigga)
I got a real ambition for this cash (yeah)
Thirteen years old, with a shoebox stash (yeah)
I'm always up to somethin', never sittin' on my ass
Yeah, nigga I got a real real addiction for this cash (yeah)
I got a real ambition for this cash (yeah)
Thirteen years old, with a shoebox stash (yeah)
I'm always up to somethin', never sittin' on my ass
What the f*ck?
Nigga
Yeah
Writer: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Ya Feel Me
(BandPlay)
Mm-hmm, ayy
Money comin', money goin' (ayy)
Bitches, bitches, hoes hoein'
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Countin' gualla got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (yeah)
I got money runnin' through my pores
Yeah, I'm up, but I want some more (uh)
Yeah, I'm up, check the scoreboard (uh)
I get money like it was a chore (lil' bitch)
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock' Wock' in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelings
Yeah, I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings
Uh, yeah (ya feel me?)
Ayy, I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it
Ayy, I been countin' so much money my head just start spinnin'
Ayy, and speakin' of spinnin', my young nigga just did it
Uh, no cap, I'm ballin' out, they like, "Glock, you wicked" (baow)
I been sippin' so much Wock', like motherf*ck my kidneys (Wocky)
I just pulled up in a yellow school bus, but no kids in it (yeah)
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies (swisher)
Yeah, money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin'
Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got bitches tryna make a porn
Ex-bitch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, it's on my mind every mornin' (bitch)
I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds, yuh
Play you in the red, choppas on your head, now a nigga is (shh), yuh
I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playin', yuh (why?)
I'm already playin' with a bag, I ain't playin' 'round with none (nigga)
Yeah, I barely trust my fam', nigga, I pull up they're like "Damn," nigga
Put a hunnid racks on a Ram, nigga, in the choppa with a hundred rams, nigga
Yeah, the choppa little but it sound bigger (fire), these nigga hoes just sound killa
Gang get to steppin' like Pam, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money comin', money goin'
Bitches, bitches, hoes hoein' (yeah)
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Countin' gualla got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (uh, lil' bitch, yeah)
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock' Wock' in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelings
Yeah, I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings
Uh, yeah (ya feel me?)
Mm-hmm, ayy
Money comin', money goin' (ayy)
Bitches, bitches, hoes hoein'
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Countin' gualla got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (yeah)
I got money runnin' through my pores
Yeah, I'm up, but I want some more (uh)
Yeah, I'm up, check the scoreboard (uh)
I get money like it was a chore (lil' bitch)
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock' Wock' in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelings
Yeah, I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings
Uh, yeah (ya feel me?)
Ayy, I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it
Ayy, I been countin' so much money my head just start spinnin'
Ayy, and speakin' of spinnin', my young nigga just did it
Uh, no cap, I'm ballin' out, they like, "Glock, you wicked" (baow)
I been sippin' so much Wock', like motherf*ck my kidneys (Wocky)
I just pulled up in a yellow school bus, but no kids in it (yeah)
Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies (swisher)
Yeah, money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin'
Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got bitches tryna make a porn
Ex-bitch talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest
Think about money when I yawn, yeah, it's on my mind every mornin' (bitch)
I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds, yuh
Play you in the red, choppas on your head, now a nigga is (shh), yuh
I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playin', yuh (why?)
I'm already playin' with a bag, I ain't playin' 'round with none (nigga)
Yeah, I barely trust my fam', nigga, I pull up they're like "Damn," nigga
Put a hunnid racks on a Ram, nigga, in the choppa with a hundred rams, nigga
Yeah, the choppa little but it sound bigger (fire), these nigga hoes just sound killa
Gang get to steppin' like Pam, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Money comin', money goin'
Bitches, bitches, hoes hoein' (yeah)
South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns
Sneak dissin' ain't no time for it
Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4
Countin' gualla got my thumbs sore
Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (uh, lil' bitch, yeah)
I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"
I got bitches on my dick, and I got niggas in my business
I got Wock' Wock' in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelings
Yeah, I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings
Uh, yeah (ya feel me?)
Writer: Krishon O'Brien Gaines, Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cant Switch
(BandPlay)
Yeah
Real nigga, can't switch, you know what I bang, bitch
You know how I'm comin', yeah (yeah, yeah), you know how I came, bitch (skrrt)
Yeah, lane switch, uh, big ol' body whips
Bitch, I came from nothin', used to walk before we heard of Lyfts, uh
Now I got that grip, yeah (got that grip), bitch, I got that grip
I was taught to hustle (yeah, yeah, yeah), nigga, never ever ask for shit (shit), uh
But now I got that shit (shit), yeah, bitch I'm the shit (yeah, yeah)
These lil' niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, ain't even richer than my bitch (my bitch, ha)
No (uh-uh)
Diamonds came with no floss (bling)
Choppas on us, stay large (grrah)
And I'm goin' against all odds (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I was born to ball (swish)
Shit, I don't know about y'all (about y'all)
Yuh, I just played my cards (my cards)
Uh, I just hustle hard (hard)
Ayy, diamonds came with no floss
Choppas on us, stay large
Yuh, And I'm goin' against all odds (yeah)
Bitch, I was born to ball (swish)
Shit, I don't know about y'all (about y'all, yeah)
Yuh, I just played my cards (my cards, yeah)
Uh, I just hustle hard (hard, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You know I'm 'bout my dough (my dough)
No, I can't trust no ho (no ho)
No, I can't go, won't go (can't go, won't go, can't go, won't go) (hell, nah)
You know I'm 'bout my dough (my dough)
No, I can't trust no ho (no ho)
No, I can't go, won't go (can't go, won't go, can't go, won't go) (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Uh-uh, no, I won't go for shit (shit)
These niggas pop their gums (gums)
And I just pop my shit (I pop it)
That lil' shit on your neck (what?), I spent that on my wrist (yeah)
Got two cars with no ceilings (skrrt)
I'm too heartless, yeah, no feelings (uh)
Yup, I just hopped in my McLaren and I popped a wheelie (skrrt)
I copped the C8 way too early and they hated it (yeah)
These niggas hated it (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas hate on me (on me, what?)
But speakin' of my C8, I might give away that shit (on God)
Yeah, I'm a real nigga, can't switch
You know what I bang, bitch (Glizzock)
You know how I'm comin', yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know how I came, bitch (skrrt)
Yeah, lane switch, uh, big ol' body whips
Bitch, I came from nothin', used to walk before we heard of Lyfts, uh
Now I got that grip, yeah (got that grip)
Bitch, I got that grip (yeah, yeah)
I was taught to hustle (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, never ever ask for shit (for shit, nigga)
Uh, but now I got that shit (that shit, I got it)
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the shit (yeah)
These lil' niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Ain't even richer than my bitch (ha)
Huh, huh, nigga (yeah)
F*ck you talking 'bout?
Yeah
Bah, bah, bah
Yeah
Real nigga, can't switch, you know what I bang, bitch
You know how I'm comin', yeah (yeah, yeah), you know how I came, bitch (skrrt)
Yeah, lane switch, uh, big ol' body whips
Bitch, I came from nothin', used to walk before we heard of Lyfts, uh
Now I got that grip, yeah (got that grip), bitch, I got that grip
I was taught to hustle (yeah, yeah, yeah), nigga, never ever ask for shit (shit), uh
But now I got that shit (shit), yeah, bitch I'm the shit (yeah, yeah)
These lil' niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit, ain't even richer than my bitch (my bitch, ha)
No (uh-uh)
Diamonds came with no floss (bling)
Choppas on us, stay large (grrah)
And I'm goin' against all odds (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I was born to ball (swish)
Shit, I don't know about y'all (about y'all)
Yuh, I just played my cards (my cards)
Uh, I just hustle hard (hard)
Ayy, diamonds came with no floss
Choppas on us, stay large
Yuh, And I'm goin' against all odds (yeah)
Bitch, I was born to ball (swish)
Shit, I don't know about y'all (about y'all, yeah)
Yuh, I just played my cards (my cards, yeah)
Uh, I just hustle hard (hard, yeah, yeah)
Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You know I'm 'bout my dough (my dough)
No, I can't trust no ho (no ho)
No, I can't go, won't go (can't go, won't go, can't go, won't go) (hell, nah)
You know I'm 'bout my dough (my dough)
No, I can't trust no ho (no ho)
No, I can't go, won't go (can't go, won't go, can't go, won't go) (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Uh-uh, no, I won't go for shit (shit)
These niggas pop their gums (gums)
And I just pop my shit (I pop it)
That lil' shit on your neck (what?), I spent that on my wrist (yeah)
Got two cars with no ceilings (skrrt)
I'm too heartless, yeah, no feelings (uh)
Yup, I just hopped in my McLaren and I popped a wheelie (skrrt)
I copped the C8 way too early and they hated it (yeah)
These niggas hated it (yeah)
Yeah, these niggas hate on me (on me, what?)
But speakin' of my C8, I might give away that shit (on God)
Yeah, I'm a real nigga, can't switch
You know what I bang, bitch (Glizzock)
You know how I'm comin', yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know how I came, bitch (skrrt)
Yeah, lane switch, uh, big ol' body whips
Bitch, I came from nothin', used to walk before we heard of Lyfts, uh
Now I got that grip, yeah (got that grip)
Bitch, I got that grip (yeah, yeah)
I was taught to hustle (yeah, yeah)
Nigga, never ever ask for shit (for shit, nigga)
Uh, but now I got that shit (that shit, I got it)
Uh, yeah, bitch, I'm the shit (yeah)
These lil' niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Ain't even richer than my bitch (ha)
Huh, huh, nigga (yeah)
F*ck you talking 'bout?
Yeah
Bah, bah, bah
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
The 1
Glizzock
Big Glock, yeah (yeah)
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
I was raised by my grandma, young nigga was bad as hell
Know my mama wanna rap 'cause she did 15 years in jail (on God)
Used to walk up in the class, the teacher askin', "What's that smell?" (Swear)
Then she looked me in my eyes and tell me (what?) "Boy you high as hell" (I know)
Well, I can't help myself, baby, you know I'm a player (you know)
Baby, you know real is rare (you know), you can't get this everywhere (no)
Lord, forgive me, I be sinning, every night I say my prayer (yeah)
I go ign'ant with the semi, I'ma shoot 'til nothing left
I caught my first charge then I went on the run (yeah)
Caught my first body, then named me after a gun (Glizzock)
Bought my first chopper, then I went, threw in a drum, yeah
Lil' bitch, I'm a don, I'm my mama's only son, one of one (yeah, Glizzock)
It ain't nothing but killas and hustlers from where I'm from (gang)
I just stack my commas, remain humble and don't crumble (yeah)
These young niggas muggin' and they clutchin' if you mumble (yeah)
Thuggin', hotter than a summer (hot)
Got a trey-eight, I was in the eighth grade (yeah)
Nigga tried to play, I tried to take off his fade (yeah, yeah)
I didn't play no games, I cut the checks like spade
Yeah, money what I crave, bitch, I'm eating everyday
Let the chopper kick, yeah, yeah, karate, uh
Pull up with the stick, clap, clap, like a raid, yeah
You know I'ma hit, yeah, yeah, I got aim
All these extended clips, yeah, yeah, I got flame
F*ck the fame, I won't change for no changes, got some chains
And my rings look like rain, shit, I could have bought a Range
And my wrist hurricane, I work a bitch like a maid (yeah)
Everyday gettin' paid until I'm up in a grave (yeah)
I count my first hundred K and I was so amazed (whole hundred K)
I had no time to play, yeah, I had plays on plays (plays on plays)
I was servin' J's in my J's, get my cake (my cake)
Yeah, I went to school late 'cause I kept that grade A
Okay (okay), I was on a roll everyday to the bank (okay), yuh
Ain't no limit to this shit, I might go buy a tank, yuh
Pull up smoking Mary Jane, pocket full of Franks, yuh
You niggas too damn lame, I do what you can't, yuh
Gang shit, bang, yuh, thirty clip, hang yuh
Flame like K, yuh, wrist, neck, rain, yuh
Umbrella Wraith, yuh, Rollie Day-Date, yuh
Put it in your face, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bitch tried to play me I was like, "No way"
You get up in my way and it'll be a cold case
I shot my first opp with a revolver, no trace, yeah
Until this very day, I hit my knees and still pray (yeah)
Big Glock, yeah (yeah)
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
I was raised by my grandma, young nigga was bad as hell
Know my mama wanna rap 'cause she did 15 years in jail (on God)
Used to walk up in the class, the teacher askin', "What's that smell?" (Swear)
Then she looked me in my eyes and tell me (what?) "Boy you high as hell" (I know)
Well, I can't help myself, baby, you know I'm a player (you know)
Baby, you know real is rare (you know), you can't get this everywhere (no)
Lord, forgive me, I be sinning, every night I say my prayer (yeah)
I go ign'ant with the semi, I'ma shoot 'til nothing left
I caught my first charge then I went on the run (yeah)
Caught my first body, then named me after a gun (Glizzock)
Bought my first chopper, then I went, threw in a drum, yeah
Lil' bitch, I'm a don, I'm my mama's only son, one of one (yeah, Glizzock)
It ain't nothing but killas and hustlers from where I'm from (gang)
I just stack my commas, remain humble and don't crumble (yeah)
These young niggas muggin' and they clutchin' if you mumble (yeah)
Thuggin', hotter than a summer (hot)
Got a trey-eight, I was in the eighth grade (yeah)
Nigga tried to play, I tried to take off his fade (yeah, yeah)
I didn't play no games, I cut the checks like spade
Yeah, money what I crave, bitch, I'm eating everyday
Let the chopper kick, yeah, yeah, karate, uh
Pull up with the stick, clap, clap, like a raid, yeah
You know I'ma hit, yeah, yeah, I got aim
All these extended clips, yeah, yeah, I got flame
F*ck the fame, I won't change for no changes, got some chains
And my rings look like rain, shit, I could have bought a Range
And my wrist hurricane, I work a bitch like a maid (yeah)
Everyday gettin' paid until I'm up in a grave (yeah)
I count my first hundred K and I was so amazed (whole hundred K)
I had no time to play, yeah, I had plays on plays (plays on plays)
I was servin' J's in my J's, get my cake (my cake)
Yeah, I went to school late 'cause I kept that grade A
Okay (okay), I was on a roll everyday to the bank (okay), yuh
Ain't no limit to this shit, I might go buy a tank, yuh
Pull up smoking Mary Jane, pocket full of Franks, yuh
You niggas too damn lame, I do what you can't, yuh
Gang shit, bang, yuh, thirty clip, hang yuh
Flame like K, yuh, wrist, neck, rain, yuh
Umbrella Wraith, yuh, Rollie Day-Date, yuh
Put it in your face, yuh (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Bitch tried to play me I was like, "No way"
You get up in my way and it'll be a cold case
I shot my first opp with a revolver, no trace, yeah
Until this very day, I hit my knees and still pray (yeah)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Quarterback
(Dun Deal, hey)
(Ooh lala, Shaz)
Ayy (Yo, Manny)
I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back
I've been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that nigga, best believe it and them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know that's all cap
Keenan and Kel twin nines, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back
Yeah, I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback
Beat a case and got my .40 back, they like, "Glock, where that lawyer at?"
I've been broke, and ain't goin' back, I just ran up them racks again
Yup, I just made a bag again, Benjamin Franklin my best friend
And Nina she gon' always be my bitch, she ride until the end
Yeah, I've been a hustlin' since a little (yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (yeah)
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some
Yeah, I've been a hustlin' since a little (yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (yeah)
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some' (yeah)
Still money hungry, right now on a meal run
Told the majors, "Give me ten or more and then deal done", yeah
Bitch, I be ballin', ballin', Spalding and Wilson
I took the diamonds out my mouth and put some more up on my arm, yeah
Choppas 'round the house, we chop shit up where I come from, yeah
I live up in a mansion but I still be in the slums, yeah
When you really gettin' money, it's some pros and it's some cons
Yup, I'm in the streets not industry, these niggas nothin' but punks
I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back
I've been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that nigga, best believe it and them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats (uh-uh)
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know that's all cap
Keenan and Kel twin nines, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back
Yeah, I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback
(Ooh lala, Shaz)
Ayy (Yo, Manny)
I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back
I've been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that nigga, best believe it and them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know that's all cap
Keenan and Kel twin nines, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back
Yeah, I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback
Beat a case and got my .40 back, they like, "Glock, where that lawyer at?"
I've been broke, and ain't goin' back, I just ran up them racks again
Yup, I just made a bag again, Benjamin Franklin my best friend
And Nina she gon' always be my bitch, she ride until the end
Yeah, I've been a hustlin' since a little (yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (yeah)
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some
Yeah, I've been a hustlin' since a little (yeah)
Eight-figure deal 'cause I'm still independent (yeah)
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, that's for real, son
And ain't nobody f*ckin' with the kid, yeah, gang can't wait to kill some' (yeah)
Still money hungry, right now on a meal run
Told the majors, "Give me ten or more and then deal done", yeah
Bitch, I be ballin', ballin', Spalding and Wilson
I took the diamonds out my mouth and put some more up on my arm, yeah
Choppas 'round the house, we chop shit up where I come from, yeah
I live up in a mansion but I still be in the slums, yeah
When you really gettin' money, it's some pros and it's some cons
Yup, I'm in the streets not industry, these niggas nothin' but punks
I'm straight up off the block, hopped in a foreign, push the top back
I've been hustlin' for a long time, and I can't stop that
Big Glock, I'm that nigga, best believe it and them all facts
I can't trust these niggas or these bitches 'cause they all rats (uh-uh)
All that lyin' in your rhymes, boy, you know that's all cap
Keenan and Kel twin nines, hit your ass with all of that
I hit your bitch from the side, then I had her crawlin' back
Yeah, I be ballin' all the time, I'm point guard and the quarterback
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Da Truth
(Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex Whippa)
(Pyrex)
Glizock
Ayy
They say roses are red but my FN tips are blue
Yeah, I put money over bitches I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I get money with my niggas I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothing new
Yeah, winter time ridin' with no roof (skrrt)
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe (woo)
It's big Glock and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do
Yeah, it's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherf*ckin' juice
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I got the motherf*ckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I let that motherf*cka loose
Yup, it's big Glock I ain't playin' by no motherf*ckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock and yo' bitch say I'm the motherf*ckin' truth (I'm the truth, nigga)
Yeah, I just dropped a deuce of codeine in my Mountain Dew
Uh, this shit got me high as f*ck I need a parachute
Yeah, this shit got me wired up I'm tryna keep my cool
Yeah, dumb bitch had tried her luck I told her I ain't no fool (ho)
They say roses are red, well this bankroll on me blue
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, but ball on these hatin' ass niggas, ain't shit to it (uh-uh)
I'm straight up out the trenches, my diamonds came from a Jewish
And I can't trust these bitches, these bitches be havin' cooties
They say money don't grow on trees, I got it then I grew it
I'm cutthroat forreal, baby girl, this not a movement (uh-uh)
Yeah, this a lifestyle (yeah, bitch)
I'm strapped right now (baow)
Choppas on me right now
Lil' nigga pipe down
I shine like a lighthouse
Yeah, bitch I'm iced out (ice)
I shine like a lighthouse
Yeah, bitch I'm iced out (ice)
They say roses are red but my FN tips are blue
Yeah, I put money over bitches I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I get money with my niggas I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothing new
Yeah, winter time ridin' with no roof (skrrt)
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe (yeah)
It's big Glock and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do
Yeah, it's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherf*ckin' juice
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I got the motherf*ckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I let that motherf*cka loose
Yup, it's big Glock I ain't playin' by no motherf*ckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock and yo' bitch say I'm the motherf*ckin' truth
(Pyrex)
Glizock
Ayy
They say roses are red but my FN tips are blue
Yeah, I put money over bitches I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I get money with my niggas I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothing new
Yeah, winter time ridin' with no roof (skrrt)
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe (woo)
It's big Glock and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do
Yeah, it's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherf*ckin' juice
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I got the motherf*ckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I let that motherf*cka loose
Yup, it's big Glock I ain't playin' by no motherf*ckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock and yo' bitch say I'm the motherf*ckin' truth (I'm the truth, nigga)
Yeah, I just dropped a deuce of codeine in my Mountain Dew
Uh, this shit got me high as f*ck I need a parachute
Yeah, this shit got me wired up I'm tryna keep my cool
Yeah, dumb bitch had tried her luck I told her I ain't no fool (ho)
They say roses are red, well this bankroll on me blue
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, I been flexin' so hard I ain't got shit else to do
Yeah, but ball on these hatin' ass niggas, ain't shit to it (uh-uh)
I'm straight up out the trenches, my diamonds came from a Jewish
And I can't trust these bitches, these bitches be havin' cooties
They say money don't grow on trees, I got it then I grew it
I'm cutthroat forreal, baby girl, this not a movement (uh-uh)
Yeah, this a lifestyle (yeah, bitch)
I'm strapped right now (baow)
Choppas on me right now
Lil' nigga pipe down
I shine like a lighthouse
Yeah, bitch I'm iced out (ice)
I shine like a lighthouse
Yeah, bitch I'm iced out (ice)
They say roses are red but my FN tips are blue
Yeah, I put money over bitches I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, I get money with my niggas I don't know 'bout you
Yeah, Glizock handle business, nigga, that ain't nothing new
Yeah, winter time ridin' with no roof (skrrt)
Or catch me in the summer in a Moncler in my coupe (yeah)
It's big Glock and these lil' boys can't do the shit that I do
Yeah, it's big Glock, nigga, and I got the motherf*ckin' juice
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I got the motherf*ckin' tool
Yeah, it's big Glock and you know I let that motherf*cka loose
Yup, it's big Glock I ain't playin' by no motherf*ckin' rules
Yup, it's big Glock and yo' bitch say I'm the motherf*ckin' truth
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Check This Out
(Kill)
Ayy, come check this out (yuh)
All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can do it right now (yuh)
Diamonds in my mouth it let ya know I'm from the South (yeah)
This young nigga lit it's very hard to put me out (yeah)
Yeah, I really know some niggas that will take you off the map
Yeah, I be iced out (uh)
Every time you see me rockin' jewelry by the pound (yuh)
Water on water on water hold up, baby, don't drown (yeah)
I be wildin' out I got a cannon on me now (fire)
You know what I'm bout, yeah, I been 'bout it since a child (yeah)
Uh, ballin' all the time, hatin' niggas talkin' foul
Yeah, Glizzock got that iron and he ain't the one to try
Nah, unless you wanna die, nigga and that's not a lie
Yeah, I hop out every time with that fire right on my side
Yuh, run up, surprise, nigga, you just met the nine
Yeah, bitch, I hold it down 'cause I'm real humble and violent
Yuh, money keep on pilin' (money), money keep on pilin'
Ayy (yeah), come check this out (yuh)
All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can do it right now (yuh)
Diamonds in my mouth it let ya know I'm from the South (yeah)
This young nigga lit it's very hard to put me out (yeah)
Yeah, I really know some niggas that will take you off the map
Yeah, I started in the trap flippin' packs and shootin' craps (yeah)
Hard headed and strapped, I couldn't wait to take some' down (yeah)
No, I can't adapt to these rappers, they be cap (uh-uh, cap)
I got alkaline water on me nigga, yo' shit tap (yeah)
Glizzock, he be doin' everything he say, he rap (yeah)
Glizzock on the road to riches, that's the Paper Route (yeah, gang-gang)
Glizock, he been gettin' it, he been gettin' it in the drought (yuh, yuh)
Yeah, Glizzock, you been too turnt up, bitch, ain't no turnin' down (turnt)
Yeah, Backwood' full of loud (uh)
Baby, I'm a dog, when I smile it's a growl (grr)
Yeah, ridin' round town in a foreign wit' some rounds (uh)
Presidential style, they call me mister Glock now (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, come check this out (yuh)
All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got 'em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can do it right now (yuh)
Diamonds in my mouth it let ya know I'm from the South (yeah)
This young nigga lit it's very hard to put me out
Yeah, I really know some niggas that will take you off the map
Ayy, come check this out (yuh)
All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can do it right now (yuh)
Diamonds in my mouth it let ya know I'm from the South (yeah)
This young nigga lit it's very hard to put me out (yeah)
Yeah, I really know some niggas that will take you off the map
Yeah, I be iced out (uh)
Every time you see me rockin' jewelry by the pound (yuh)
Water on water on water hold up, baby, don't drown (yeah)
I be wildin' out I got a cannon on me now (fire)
You know what I'm bout, yeah, I been 'bout it since a child (yeah)
Uh, ballin' all the time, hatin' niggas talkin' foul
Yeah, Glizzock got that iron and he ain't the one to try
Nah, unless you wanna die, nigga and that's not a lie
Yeah, I hop out every time with that fire right on my side
Yuh, run up, surprise, nigga, you just met the nine
Yeah, bitch, I hold it down 'cause I'm real humble and violent
Yuh, money keep on pilin' (money), money keep on pilin'
Ayy (yeah), come check this out (yuh)
All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can do it right now (yuh)
Diamonds in my mouth it let ya know I'm from the South (yeah)
This young nigga lit it's very hard to put me out (yeah)
Yeah, I really know some niggas that will take you off the map
Yeah, I started in the trap flippin' packs and shootin' craps (yeah)
Hard headed and strapped, I couldn't wait to take some' down (yeah)
No, I can't adapt to these rappers, they be cap (uh-uh, cap)
I got alkaline water on me nigga, yo' shit tap (yeah)
Glizzock, he be doin' everything he say, he rap (yeah)
Glizzock on the road to riches, that's the Paper Route (yeah, gang-gang)
Glizock, he been gettin' it, he been gettin' it in the drought (yuh, yuh)
Yeah, Glizzock, you been too turnt up, bitch, ain't no turnin' down (turnt)
Yeah, Backwood' full of loud (uh)
Baby, I'm a dog, when I smile it's a growl (grr)
Yeah, ridin' round town in a foreign wit' some rounds (uh)
Presidential style, they call me mister Glock now (yeah, yeah)
Ayy, come check this out (yuh)
All I know is paper, baby, you know what I'm 'bout (baby)
Ayy, I been ballin' crazy lately that's without a doubt (yuh)
Major labels callin' got 'em watchin' like a scout (yuh)
Tell 'em I need ten mil' or more or no cap (hello? Yuh)
If they wanna do it we can do it right now (yuh)
Diamonds in my mouth it let ya know I'm from the South (yeah)
This young nigga lit it's very hard to put me out
Yeah, I really know some niggas that will take you off the map
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
From The Bottom
G-lock
South Memphis' finest
Yeah (get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy
You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah)
Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind
Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind
Walkin' home, face long, lookin' down
Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (shine)
On these hatin' ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
And these hatin' ass bitches, uh (yeah, f*ck you hoes)
Remember sayin', "I gotta get it" (I gotta get it)
Yeah, and now a nigga gettin' plenty
(Ayy, I'm really havin' this shit, yeah)
My watch hittin', pendant glistenin' (bitch)
Ayy, every day it's Christmas (bitch)
And this just the way I'm livin' (bitch)
It ain't no more stressin' (uh-uh)
God sent me blessings on blessings (for real)
Look, it ain't 'bout luck nigga (no more stressin', God sent me blessings)
Don't blame me, nigga (blessings), haha (on blessings)
Ayy, blame the nigga that made you (yeah)
The devil in my face but God got my back though (God got my back)
The pistol on my waist, cock back let it blast (bah)
Mclaren face, my mama every time I crash, yeah
I told my new bitch that I'm nothin' like her last, yeah (like her last)
I told this bitch that I'm gettin' too much paper (too much)
Difference between me and him, is he gon' save ya (haha, yeah)
But I might f*ck her then delete the number later, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Can't trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on opps and, yeah, I rock 'em like a crater, uh
Me and the gang been poppin' duck, hittin' gators, yeah (yeah)
Got plenty favor, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (yeah, yeah)
This shit still major, still got millions on the table, nigga (no cap)
Ayy, I be grindin' like I'm skatin', nigga
I just told this one bitch she ain't f*ckin' with no basic nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just poured a four up but it's Wock' Wock' with no chaser, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segregation, nigga (segregation, nigga)
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy
You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (up though, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Bah
The f*ck?
South Memphis' finest
Yeah (get the bag, King Wonka)
Ayy
You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah)
Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind
Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind
Walkin' home, face long, lookin' down
Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (shine)
On these hatin' ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
And these hatin' ass bitches, uh (yeah, f*ck you hoes)
Remember sayin', "I gotta get it" (I gotta get it)
Yeah, and now a nigga gettin' plenty
(Ayy, I'm really havin' this shit, yeah)
My watch hittin', pendant glistenin' (bitch)
Ayy, every day it's Christmas (bitch)
And this just the way I'm livin' (bitch)
It ain't no more stressin' (uh-uh)
God sent me blessings on blessings (for real)
Look, it ain't 'bout luck nigga (no more stressin', God sent me blessings)
Don't blame me, nigga (blessings), haha (on blessings)
Ayy, blame the nigga that made you (yeah)
The devil in my face but God got my back though (God got my back)
The pistol on my waist, cock back let it blast (bah)
Mclaren face, my mama every time I crash, yeah
I told my new bitch that I'm nothin' like her last, yeah (like her last)
I told this bitch that I'm gettin' too much paper (too much)
Difference between me and him, is he gon' save ya (haha, yeah)
But I might f*ck her then delete the number later, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Can't trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Pull up on opps and, yeah, I rock 'em like a crater, uh
Me and the gang been poppin' duck, hittin' gators, yeah (yeah)
Got plenty favor, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (yeah, yeah)
This shit still major, still got millions on the table, nigga (no cap)
Ayy, I be grindin' like I'm skatin', nigga
I just told this one bitch she ain't f*ckin' with no basic nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just poured a four up but it's Wock' Wock' with no chaser, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segregation, nigga (segregation, nigga)
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Ayy
You know I came from the bottom now I'm up though (up though, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Bah
The f*ck?
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Luv A Thug
(CLDHRT)
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy
Shawty, what's up? (Shawty, what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love, baby girl, have you ever had a thug? (Ever had a thug, thug?)
Have you ever had a thug? Baby girl, I know you tired of them scrubs
(I know you tired of them scrubs, yeah)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug?
Let me show you what's up, yeah (what's up?)
Let me show you what's up (what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh? (Huh?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up, huh? (Huh?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up?
Yeah, let me show you somethin'
Baby girl, come f*ck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin'
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh?
Have you ever had to hold his pipe?
Have you ever had to roll his wood, yeah? (Huh?)
Have you ever did shit you ain't even did in your life 'cause you was in love? (Yeah)
This shit come with lovin' a thug, yeah
She fell in love with a thug, yeah
And I ain't got nothin' but love for you, baby, yeah
Love when you f*ck me crazy, energetic bitch, ain't nothing 'bout her lazy, uh
All my ex-hoes they hate me
They be like, "Damn, I wish I had his baby," uh
I be makin' movies, HD
Bangin' on that pussy, turn it purple like Grape Street
Yeah, I be makin' movies, HD
Play with the pussy, can't let a bitch play me, yeah
She like, "Hold up, boy, this shit in my guts" (in her guts)
Lil' shy saditty bitch I f*ck her rough (I f*ck her rough, rough)
Lil' nasty pretty bitch, Glock on her tongue, yeah
But she tried to play innocent but I knew what's up
Shawty, what's up? (Shawty, what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love, baby girl, have you ever had a thug? (Ever had a thug, thug?)
Have you ever had a thug? Baby girl, I know you tired of them scrubs
(I know you tired of them scrubs, yeah)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug?
Let me show you what's up, yeah (what's up? What's up?)
Let me show you what's up (what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh?
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up, huh?
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up?
Yeah, let me show you somethin'
Baby girl, come f*ck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin'
Have you ever fell in love with a thug?
Yeah, love it when you f*ck me crazy, energetic bitch
Ain't nothin' 'bout her lazy, uh (Glizzock)
All my ex-hoes they hate me
They be like, "Damn, I wish I had his baby," uh, yeah
I be makin' movies, HD
Bangin' on that pussy, turn it purple like Grape Street
Yeah, I be makin' movies, HD
Play with the pussy, can't let a bitch play me
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy
Shawty, what's up? (Shawty, what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love, baby girl, have you ever had a thug? (Ever had a thug, thug?)
Have you ever had a thug? Baby girl, I know you tired of them scrubs
(I know you tired of them scrubs, yeah)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug?
Let me show you what's up, yeah (what's up?)
Let me show you what's up (what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh? (Huh?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up, huh? (Huh?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up?
Yeah, let me show you somethin'
Baby girl, come f*ck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin'
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh?
Have you ever had to hold his pipe?
Have you ever had to roll his wood, yeah? (Huh?)
Have you ever did shit you ain't even did in your life 'cause you was in love? (Yeah)
This shit come with lovin' a thug, yeah
She fell in love with a thug, yeah
And I ain't got nothin' but love for you, baby, yeah
Love when you f*ck me crazy, energetic bitch, ain't nothing 'bout her lazy, uh
All my ex-hoes they hate me
They be like, "Damn, I wish I had his baby," uh
I be makin' movies, HD
Bangin' on that pussy, turn it purple like Grape Street
Yeah, I be makin' movies, HD
Play with the pussy, can't let a bitch play me, yeah
She like, "Hold up, boy, this shit in my guts" (in her guts)
Lil' shy saditty bitch I f*ck her rough (I f*ck her rough, rough)
Lil' nasty pretty bitch, Glock on her tongue, yeah
But she tried to play innocent but I knew what's up
Shawty, what's up? (Shawty, what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love, baby girl, have you ever had a thug? (Ever had a thug, thug?)
Have you ever had a thug? Baby girl, I know you tired of them scrubs
(I know you tired of them scrubs, yeah)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug?
Let me show you what's up, yeah (what's up? What's up?)
Let me show you what's up (what's up? What's up?)
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, huh?
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up, huh?
Have you ever fell in love with a thug, baby girl, what's up?
Yeah, let me show you somethin'
Baby girl, come f*ck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin'
Have you ever fell in love with a thug?
Yeah, love it when you f*ck me crazy, energetic bitch
Ain't nothin' 'bout her lazy, uh (Glizzock)
All my ex-hoes they hate me
They be like, "Damn, I wish I had his baby," uh, yeah
I be makin' movies, HD
Bangin' on that pussy, turn it purple like Grape Street
Yeah, I be makin' movies, HD
Play with the pussy, can't let a bitch play me
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Understood
Yeah
F*ck bein' them
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy, let's get some understood (yeah)
I won't hesitate to smoke your ass just like this 'Wood (bah, bah, bah, yeah)
My nigga, I don't play, I'm from the "Wish a nigga would", uh (yeah)
Multi-million dollar nigga, still be in the hood, yeah (bitch)
I still got that ratchet on me, nigga, what's good? (What's up?)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid (yeah, yeah), yeah, I'm still makin' moves (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid, yeah, I'm still makin' moves
Bitch, it ain't nothin' to it (uh-uh)
You ain't talking 'bout no money, you can keep it movin' (yeah)
Nigga, I've been gettin' money, who you think you foolin'? (Huh?)
I've been hustlin' for a long time, since a juvie
Yeah, and since a jit, I've been (what?), with the shit
Yeah, I used to jump the fence, now diamonds (what?)
Jump off my wrist (yeah)
I came from dimes and nicks, now I (what?)
Got this and this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I just hit a lick and I just (what?)
Hit a nigga bitch, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, I be smashin' for my cash
I'm on my road to riches and I'm prayin' I don't crash (skrr)
Yeah, I be poppin' shit, just popped another rubberband (pop)
I like my bitches bad, with a bag and a fat ass (yeah)
Uh, baby, I be smashin' for my cash (yeah)
I'm on my road to riches and I'm prayin' I don't crash (skrr)
Yeah, I be poppin' shit, just popped another rubberband (pop)
I like my bitches bad, with a bag and a fat ass (yeah)
I get money like I should, yeah
Came up out the mud but now my trunk under the hood, yeah
Came up out the mud but now my trunk under the hood, yeah (skrr, skrr, yeah)
I made it out the hood, stuck in my ways
I still pull it (still pull it, bah, bah, bah)
Ayy, ayy, let's get some understood (yeah, what?)
I won't hesitate to smoke your ass just like this 'Wood (bah, bah, bah)
My nigga, I don't play, I'm from the "Wish a nigga would" (yeah)
Multi-million dollar nigga, still be in the hood, yeah (bitch)
I still got that ratchet on me, nigga, what's good? (What's up?)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid (yeah, yeah), yeah, I'm still makin' moves (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid, yeah, I'm still makin' moves
Bitch nigga, nothin' to it (bitch)
Glizzock
Yeah
F*ck bein' them
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy, let's get some understood (yeah)
I won't hesitate to smoke your ass just like this 'Wood (bah, bah, bah, yeah)
My nigga, I don't play, I'm from the "Wish a nigga would", uh (yeah)
Multi-million dollar nigga, still be in the hood, yeah (bitch)
I still got that ratchet on me, nigga, what's good? (What's up?)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid (yeah, yeah), yeah, I'm still makin' moves (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid, yeah, I'm still makin' moves
Bitch, it ain't nothin' to it (uh-uh)
You ain't talking 'bout no money, you can keep it movin' (yeah)
Nigga, I've been gettin' money, who you think you foolin'? (Huh?)
I've been hustlin' for a long time, since a juvie
Yeah, and since a jit, I've been (what?), with the shit
Yeah, I used to jump the fence, now diamonds (what?)
Jump off my wrist (yeah)
I came from dimes and nicks, now I (what?)
Got this and this (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I just hit a lick and I just (what?)
Hit a nigga bitch, uh (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Baby, I be smashin' for my cash
I'm on my road to riches and I'm prayin' I don't crash (skrr)
Yeah, I be poppin' shit, just popped another rubberband (pop)
I like my bitches bad, with a bag and a fat ass (yeah)
Uh, baby, I be smashin' for my cash (yeah)
I'm on my road to riches and I'm prayin' I don't crash (skrr)
Yeah, I be poppin' shit, just popped another rubberband (pop)
I like my bitches bad, with a bag and a fat ass (yeah)
I get money like I should, yeah
Came up out the mud but now my trunk under the hood, yeah
Came up out the mud but now my trunk under the hood, yeah (skrr, skrr, yeah)
I made it out the hood, stuck in my ways
I still pull it (still pull it, bah, bah, bah)
Ayy, ayy, let's get some understood (yeah, what?)
I won't hesitate to smoke your ass just like this 'Wood (bah, bah, bah)
My nigga, I don't play, I'm from the "Wish a nigga would" (yeah)
Multi-million dollar nigga, still be in the hood, yeah (bitch)
I still got that ratchet on me, nigga, what's good? (What's up?)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid (yeah, yeah), yeah, I'm still makin' moves (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still makin' plays (yeah, yeah), nigga, I'm still bussin' juggs (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm still gettin' paid, yeah, I'm still makin' moves
Bitch nigga, nothin' to it (bitch)
Glizzock
Yeah
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Eve
(BandPl-)
Glizzock
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy (yeah)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas, yeah
Hoppin' out that yellow motherf*cker with blue figures, uh
Smokin' on some zi-up, it's just me and my four nickel, uh
Slam your bitch like Jaiah, in my city I'm that nigga (Glizzock)
It's hitters on my frontline, ain't no monkey in the middle (baow)
Yeah, I'm a Blood, they know I'm official
I got stripes but not a whistle (yeah)
And you know I keep a pistol, know my name came with credentials (yeah)
This .40 in my denim, this bitch here came with utensils (yeah)
Uh, my Jesus piece a hunnid racks and it got all emeralds
Yeah, I be pourin' Jesus blood in my Styrofoam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the doctor told me money runnin' through my chromosome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm addicted to this shit somehow I can't leave it alone (leave it alone, what the f*ck?)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas (what the f*ck?)
On God
Glizzock
(Let the BandPlay)
Ayy (yeah)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah, yeah-yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas, yeah
Hoppin' out that yellow motherf*cker with blue figures, uh
Smokin' on some zi-up, it's just me and my four nickel, uh
Slam your bitch like Jaiah, in my city I'm that nigga (Glizzock)
It's hitters on my frontline, ain't no monkey in the middle (baow)
Yeah, I'm a Blood, they know I'm official
I got stripes but not a whistle (yeah)
And you know I keep a pistol, know my name came with credentials (yeah)
This .40 in my denim, this bitch here came with utensils (yeah)
Uh, my Jesus piece a hunnid racks and it got all emeralds
Yeah, I be pourin' Jesus blood in my Styrofoam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, the doctor told me money runnin' through my chromosome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm addicted to this shit somehow I can't leave it alone (leave it alone, what the f*ck?)
Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
I can't be playin' with these bitches (yeah)
Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I'm married to the shit (yeah)
Yeah, every time I get a bag
I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah-yeah, yeah)
Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah)
Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, f*ck around and come up missin'
Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
They like, "Why you don't do features?"
'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas (what the f*ck?)
On God
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Toolie
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
(CLDHRT)
Yeah
Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherf*ckin' toolie (yeah)
I be gettin' money, money what I be pursuin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout a check for real, yeah, these other niggas goofy (goofy ass niggas)
I'm still the same nigga, I'm just ridin' in a new Benz (skrrt)
Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let's do it (let's do it)
I never f*cked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips
I never been the type to talk about it, bitch, I do this (bitch)
Yep, I'm the one they talk about (yeah), but niggas ain't gon' do shit (uh-uh)
These niggas artificial, yeah, they fake (yeah)
And these niggas pay for pussy, and Lord knows I can't relate (right)
Yeah, you know I'm on the paper route, these niggas in the way
Yeah, we do whatever we wanna do, my nigga, I can't complain (gang)
Ayy, I ain't got shit else to buy, so I'm finna go cop that Wraith (ayy)
Yeah, I can't beef about these bitches, type of games that I don't play (ayy)
Yup, I'm one fly ass, cold ass nigga, I told Santa let me borrow his sleigh (ayy)
And when I had made my first million
I ain't gon' lie that shit felt great (yeah, yeah), ayy (yeah)
My double R truck sticked up, just like a tank (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
These niggas wanna be like Glock, but know they can't (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
Say you gonna do what? Boy, no, you ain't (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
You must be gettin' too high, the f*ck you think? (Ayy)
My shooter shootin' shit up, boy, ain't no blinkin' (yeah)
This world is cold as f*ck, yes sir, this heater be my blanket (bah)
Yeah, I still don't trust these bitches, Lord knows that these hoes be janky (yeah)
I just looked up in the mirror (yeah)
And told that nigga, "You that nigga, nigga, face it" (Glizock)
Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherf*ckin' toolie (yeah)
I be gettin' money, money what I be pursuin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout a check for real, yeah, these other niggas goofy (ayy)
I'm still the same nigga, I'm just ridin' in a new whip (skrrt)
Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let's do it (let's do it)
I never f*cked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips
I never been the type to talk about it, bitch, I do this (I do it)
Yep, I'm the one they talk about, but niggas ain't gon' do shit (uh-uh)
(CLDHRT)
Yeah
Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherf*ckin' toolie (yeah)
I be gettin' money, money what I be pursuin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout a check for real, yeah, these other niggas goofy (goofy ass niggas)
I'm still the same nigga, I'm just ridin' in a new Benz (skrrt)
Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let's do it (let's do it)
I never f*cked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips
I never been the type to talk about it, bitch, I do this (bitch)
Yep, I'm the one they talk about (yeah), but niggas ain't gon' do shit (uh-uh)
These niggas artificial, yeah, they fake (yeah)
And these niggas pay for pussy, and Lord knows I can't relate (right)
Yeah, you know I'm on the paper route, these niggas in the way
Yeah, we do whatever we wanna do, my nigga, I can't complain (gang)
Ayy, I ain't got shit else to buy, so I'm finna go cop that Wraith (ayy)
Yeah, I can't beef about these bitches, type of games that I don't play (ayy)
Yup, I'm one fly ass, cold ass nigga, I told Santa let me borrow his sleigh (ayy)
And when I had made my first million
I ain't gon' lie that shit felt great (yeah, yeah), ayy (yeah)
My double R truck sticked up, just like a tank (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
These niggas wanna be like Glock, but know they can't (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
Say you gonna do what? Boy, no, you ain't (yeah, yeah, yeah), ayy
You must be gettin' too high, the f*ck you think? (Ayy)
My shooter shootin' shit up, boy, ain't no blinkin' (yeah)
This world is cold as f*ck, yes sir, this heater be my blanket (bah)
Yeah, I still don't trust these bitches, Lord knows that these hoes be janky (yeah)
I just looked up in the mirror (yeah)
And told that nigga, "You that nigga, nigga, face it" (Glizock)
Ayy, before I brush my teeth, I grab my motherf*ckin' toolie (yeah)
I be gettin' money, money what I be pursuin' (yeah)
I'm 'bout a check for real, yeah, these other niggas goofy (ayy)
I'm still the same nigga, I'm just ridin' in a new whip (skrrt)
Yeah, I keep that Waka Flocka Flame up on me, oh, let's do it (let's do it)
I never f*cked with tattletales, I never ran with loose lips
I never been the type to talk about it, bitch, I do this (I do it)
Yep, I'm the one they talk about, but niggas ain't gon' do shit (uh-uh)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
U and I Know
(Expensive)
(Ayo, Daymon, run it back)
(Hit the G-Note) yeah
Ayy
My bitch hate when I drink codeine (yeah)
She like, "Bae, you need to stop it, that shit make you mo' mean" (yeah)
I told her I got problems, sippin' raw since I was fourteen (yeah)
I came up out the bottom, my family hustlers and some dope fiends
Yep, I keep that shit for real and if you know you know me (Glizzock)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
I know these niggas bitches, hell nah, I can't let no nigga ho me
Ridin' droptop double R but we still four deep (yeah)
Nigga, I'm a Don and my diamonds on me bungee
Jumpin' out he gym, nigga, like LeBron be (yeah)
Yeah, ain't nobody gon' give you shit, I learned that from my auntie (yeah, Lala)
All these dead presidents I hope this shit don't haunt me (yeah)
I keep up that stick up on me, I let it sing just like Ashanti
I keep up that stick up on me, I let it sing just like Ashanti (yeah)
They call me Glock, I sip that raw and talk my shit like Pimp C (yeah, yeah)
My bitch hate when I drink codeine (yeah)
She like, "Bae, you need to stop it, that shit make you mo' mean" (yeah)
I told her I got problems, sippin' raw since I was fourteen (yeah)
I came up out the bottom, my family hustlers and some dope fiends (yeah)
Yep, I keep that shit for real and if you know you know me (Glizzock)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
I know these niggas bitches, hell nah, I can't let no nigga ho me (uh-uh)
Can't trust these bitches, all these hoes, hoes lowkey (yeah)
Yeah, I just mind my business and get my dough, you know me (yeah)
Yeah, I just mind my business and get my dough, you know me
Yep, I be gettin' money fast and killin' niggas slowly (yeah)
Yeah, diamonds on me drippin', this shit got a slow leak
Yeah, Glizzock that lil' nigga richer than your OG
Yeah, I got bitches on my dick but you know how these hoes be (you know it)
I hate a talkin' ass nigga actin' like he know me (what the f*ck?)
But (what?)
My bitch hate when I drink codeine (yeah, uh-uh)
She like, "Bae, you need to stop it, that shit make you mo' mean" (yeah)
I told her I got problems, sippin' raw since I was fourteen (yeah)
I came up out the bottom, my family hustlers and some dope fiends (yeah)
Yep, I keep that shit for real and if you know you know me (you know it)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah, yup)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
I know these niggas bitches, hell nah, I can't let no nigga ho me (what the f*ck?)
(Ayo, Daymon, run it back)
(Hit the G-Note) yeah
Ayy
My bitch hate when I drink codeine (yeah)
She like, "Bae, you need to stop it, that shit make you mo' mean" (yeah)
I told her I got problems, sippin' raw since I was fourteen (yeah)
I came up out the bottom, my family hustlers and some dope fiends
Yep, I keep that shit for real and if you know you know me (Glizzock)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
I know these niggas bitches, hell nah, I can't let no nigga ho me
Ridin' droptop double R but we still four deep (yeah)
Nigga, I'm a Don and my diamonds on me bungee
Jumpin' out he gym, nigga, like LeBron be (yeah)
Yeah, ain't nobody gon' give you shit, I learned that from my auntie (yeah, Lala)
All these dead presidents I hope this shit don't haunt me (yeah)
I keep up that stick up on me, I let it sing just like Ashanti
I keep up that stick up on me, I let it sing just like Ashanti (yeah)
They call me Glock, I sip that raw and talk my shit like Pimp C (yeah, yeah)
My bitch hate when I drink codeine (yeah)
She like, "Bae, you need to stop it, that shit make you mo' mean" (yeah)
I told her I got problems, sippin' raw since I was fourteen (yeah)
I came up out the bottom, my family hustlers and some dope fiends (yeah)
Yep, I keep that shit for real and if you know you know me (Glizzock)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
I know these niggas bitches, hell nah, I can't let no nigga ho me (uh-uh)
Can't trust these bitches, all these hoes, hoes lowkey (yeah)
Yeah, I just mind my business and get my dough, you know me (yeah)
Yeah, I just mind my business and get my dough, you know me
Yep, I be gettin' money fast and killin' niggas slowly (yeah)
Yeah, diamonds on me drippin', this shit got a slow leak
Yeah, Glizzock that lil' nigga richer than your OG
Yeah, I got bitches on my dick but you know how these hoes be (you know it)
I hate a talkin' ass nigga actin' like he know me (what the f*ck?)
But (what?)
My bitch hate when I drink codeine (yeah, uh-uh)
She like, "Bae, you need to stop it, that shit make you mo' mean" (yeah)
I told her I got problems, sippin' raw since I was fourteen (yeah)
I came up out the bottom, my family hustlers and some dope fiends (yeah)
Yep, I keep that shit for real and if you know you know me (you know it)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah, yup)
You know I keep that pole and I know that you niggas police (yeah)
I know these niggas bitches, hell nah, I can't let no nigga ho me (what the f*ck?)
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Gangsta
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the f*ck up")
Glizzock
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, straight up gangsta (yeah)
Nigga you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
These niggas say they gettin' money, well, shit, same here (yeah)
I be poppin' shit now, I was poppin' shit then (yeah)
I was playin' with Hot Wheels but now I got that shit for real (skrrt)
Took it to the block they like, "Glock, how you put this shit in gear?" (yeah)
Ballin' on these niggas, I got skills (swish)
Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, gang keep tellin' me to chill (chill)
Yeah, I gotta bad bitch waitin', she impatient at the crib (yeah)
I've been ballin' lately, it look like I signed a deal (yeah)
Baby, call me Glock (Glock) and don't forget the Big (yeah)
If I ain't got my Glock then the F&N on my hip (yeah, F&N)
(Bah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah)
Ayy, yeah, let that shit ride (bah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah, yeah
I got a flooded Rollie, and it's hard to tell the time (yeah)
Still can't play with no bitch, I can't waste no time (yeah)
I've been gettin' money, money always on my mind
Yeah, I'm all about the dollar, all I see is dollar signs
Straight up gangsta, nigga, you ain't nothin' but a wangsta (yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (really)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang"
And you ain't even gangsta? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight up gangsta, nigga you ain't nothin' but a wangsta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (yeah)
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
Lame as f*ck, man, I swear to God, they ain't same as us (lame)
I'm flamed up, I smoke your ass and turn you to some angel dust
Thirty chains on my neck, this shit hurt, gettin' tangled up
These niggas wanna be like gang, but shit, they can hang it up (yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (hang it up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (hang it up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, these niggas ain't my kind, yeah, they ain't my kind, niggas ain't my kind
Ayy, these bitches love the way I shine
If she a real bad bitch, I'm finna break her spine
Ayy, I got money in the bank and I got money on my mind
Ayy, I be strapped every day, shit I'm strapped right now (bah, bah)
Nigga, I'm a gangsta (yeah)
Nigga you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (yeah)
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta? (What the f*ck?)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah, yeah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah, yeah)
Ayy, yeah, let that shit ride (bah, yeah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah
Yeah, yeah
These niggas ain't my kind (uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (uh, yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind, ain't my kind, niggas ain't my kind
Straight up gangsta (straight up gangsta)
Yeah, yeah
Glizzock
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ayy, straight up gangsta (yeah)
Nigga you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
These niggas say they gettin' money, well, shit, same here (yeah)
I be poppin' shit now, I was poppin' shit then (yeah)
I was playin' with Hot Wheels but now I got that shit for real (skrrt)
Took it to the block they like, "Glock, how you put this shit in gear?" (yeah)
Ballin' on these niggas, I got skills (swish)
Yeah, I'm ballin' on these niggas, gang keep tellin' me to chill (chill)
Yeah, I gotta bad bitch waitin', she impatient at the crib (yeah)
I've been ballin' lately, it look like I signed a deal (yeah)
Baby, call me Glock (Glock) and don't forget the Big (yeah)
If I ain't got my Glock then the F&N on my hip (yeah, F&N)
(Bah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah)
Ayy, yeah, let that shit ride (bah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah, yeah
I got a flooded Rollie, and it's hard to tell the time (yeah)
Still can't play with no bitch, I can't waste no time (yeah)
I've been gettin' money, money always on my mind
Yeah, I'm all about the dollar, all I see is dollar signs
Straight up gangsta, nigga, you ain't nothin' but a wangsta (yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (really)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang"
And you ain't even gangsta? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Straight up gangsta, nigga you ain't nothin' but a wangsta (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (yeah)
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
Lame as f*ck, man, I swear to God, they ain't same as us (lame)
I'm flamed up, I smoke your ass and turn you to some angel dust
Thirty chains on my neck, this shit hurt, gettin' tangled up
These niggas wanna be like gang, but shit, they can hang it up (yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (hang it up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (hang it up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, these niggas ain't my kind, yeah, they ain't my kind, niggas ain't my kind
Ayy, these bitches love the way I shine
If she a real bad bitch, I'm finna break her spine
Ayy, I got money in the bank and I got money on my mind
Ayy, I be strapped every day, shit I'm strapped right now (bah, bah)
Nigga, I'm a gangsta (yeah)
Nigga you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (yeah)
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta? (What the f*ck?)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah, yeah)
Ayy, let that shit ride (bah, yeah)
Ayy, yeah, let that shit ride (bah, yeah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah
Yeah, yeah
These niggas ain't my kind (uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind (uh, yeah, yeah)
These niggas ain't my kind, ain't my kind, niggas ain't my kind
Straight up gangsta (straight up gangsta)
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Yellow Tape 2 is the second studio album by American rapper Key Glock, released on November 5, 2021 through Paper Route Empire.
In an interview with HotNewHipHop, Glock stated:
"I never planned on even doing a sequel, but it's more of, like, a statement. That color, it was my great grandmother's favorite color. Y'all look at it like it's yellow. I look at it like it's gold, 'cause I'm a player. But I just had to keep it going because the first one made so much of a statement, and I had to let 'em know it's actually yellow tape. When you see yellow tape, you know what it means- caution, beware, something dumb happened, something about to happen. But I'm letting you know it's still yellow tape - this shit still happening, still about to happen. Like for real."
The album peaked at number 13 on the US Billboard 200.
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Key GlockIn an interview with HotNewHipHop, Glock stated:
"I never planned on even doing a sequel, but it's more of, like, a statement. That color, it was my great grandmother's favorite color. Y'all look at it like it's yellow. I look at it like it's gold, 'cause I'm a player. But I just had to keep it going because the first one made so much of a statement, and I had to let 'em know it's actually yellow tape. When you see yellow tape, you know what it means- caution, beware, something dumb happened, something about to happen. But I'm letting you know it's still yellow tape - this shit still happening, still about to happen. Like for real."
The album peaked at number 13 on the US Billboard 200.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): BandPlay, CLDHRT, CuBeatz, Dun Deal, Figurez Made It, HitThaGNote, Juicy J, King Wonka, Little Island, Mannie iL, Montana Corleone, Seth the Chef, Shaz, Sosa 808, Tay Keith, That Boy Daymon, Triple G Ty
Length: 53:33
Released: November 5th, 2021
Year: 2021