[Intro]
(Morello made it slap)
[Verse 1: Zo Trapalot & Key Glock]
I got pointers in my chain, teeth from Johnny Dang, my shit drip like rain (Yeah, yeah)
Niggas say they trappin', they ain't sold a thing, need to switch your lane, uh
Bad bitches see me and they faint, yeah
She let me fuck with no complaints, yeah
They wanna be me but they can't (Nah)
I made a dub off Eddie Kane (Yeah)
A fifty-ball off of Mary Jane (Phew)
I put that shit there on everything (On God)
Water on me like a hurricane (Hurricane)
Been through it all, I'd never change (I won't)
Bitches keep askin' for weddin' rings (Nope)
Girl, you don't еven know my middle name (Namе)
You just want me 'cause your nigga lame (Lame)
I be gettin' paid, we don't eat the same (Uh, uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
I fucked around, made a mil' in a month (Month)
Put five hundred dollars in my double cup (Cup)
Yeah, they call me Glock and I keep one on tuck (Tuck)
I jumped off the porch, then I hopped in the cut
I hopped out the cut, then I jumped in the game (Game)
I jumped in the game and found out rappers lame
Yuh, me and these niggas know we ain't the same
Yeah, I want the money, and they want the fame (Yeah)
I got some head on the way to the bank
Go get the money, whatever it take
I gotta get it, no time to waste (Yuh)
Yeah, I gotta get it, no time to play
No time to play with niggas or hoes (Hoes)
Should I hop in my Lamb' or hop in my Rolls?
Got black Locs on, you know I'm throwed
Real standup nigga, I just can't fold (Bitch)
[Verse 3: Zo Trapalot & Key Glock]
Pockets on swole, you know? (Ya dig, ya dig)
If you ain't fuckin', I ain't gon' hold you, go (Won't go with you)
I ain't kickin' shit with these lame-ass niggas, wanna talk shit but low-key broke (I ain't have it, broke)
Used to have to stay warm from the stoves (No cap, stoves)
We ain't never goin' back down that road (Road)
Try this shit, then it's murder she wrote (Fah, fah)
Stand on that shit, I ain't duckin' no smoke (Yeah)
[Verse 4: Key Glock]
Let me tell you niggas how to get a bankroll (Yeah)
Sell this shit high when you get it for the low (Uh)
I got a bitch sellin' 'bows with the bros (Yeah)
And I got a bitch playin' with the pros (Uh)
I be fresh as fuck and I don't strike no pose (Yuh)
Ten thousand on the outfit, no Instagram post (Uh)
Yeah, I be ballin' out, bitch, you know the score (Score)
Shoutout to Glizock, yeah, he is the GOAT (Woah)
[Verse 5: Zo Trapalot]
Started gettin' money from my own plug
Niggas tried to play rich, but they don't really own nothin' (They don't own shit)
Chasin' after money is a long run, yeah
It's gon' pay off in the long run (No cap)
On third base with your bitch, see the ice in my mouth, guarantee it's a home run (Knock it out the park)
She gon' eat the dick, I don't see no cum
Brodie said she ain't got a nigga, then it's no fun (Uh-uh)
I don't like niggas, they some stale sons (Boy)
One wrong move, they get stepped on (Fah)
Phone jumpin' hard like a telethon (Telethon)
Bitches love me 'cause I'm a one of one (No cap)
Get hit with the fire, ain't no one-on-one
Way before the rap, nigga, I been seen a honey bun (Bun)
You don't go and get it, it'll never come (No)
Young nigga blew his self full while he catch a bum (Know he flows)
