[Intro: Key Glock]
(BandPl—)
Ayy, turn up some right here for me
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, huh
[Verse 1: Key Glock]
Yeah, fuck that shit, I'm going straight off the head (Fuck it)
Yeah, my opps ain't shit 'cause I still ain't dead (Fuck 'em)
Yeah, humble-ass nigga with a whole lot of bread
I cut this check and put it right on your head
Or I might drop a brick on your head like Craig
I'm poppin' my shit, middle fingers to the feds
Yeah, I don't give a fuck and I said what I said
And if you know, you know, stop playin'
Yeah, big drums steppin' like a marching band (Step)
A young rich nigga richer than your dad (Yeah)
Can't trust no bitch, I can't go out sad
Got a big Glock on me, yeah, it come in handy (Bah, bah, bah)
I'm a bad lil' nigga, R.I.P. my granny
Yeah, baby, I'm the shit, please excuse my grammar (Shh)
Yeah, I was on the block, uh, mama in the slammer
You'll never ever catch my without my hammer (Nuh-uh)
Reach for some shit over here, yeah, I dare you
Young niggas masked up just like terrorists
If you ain't with the gang, nigga, you should be scared (Gang)
Yeah, choppers and bitches in pairs (Ha)
Choppa from Russia and bitches from Paris, yeah (Bah, bah)
I'm getting money, ya dig?
I'm chasing that bag, like Tom, not Jerry, yeah
I'm getting money, ya dig?
I'm chasing that bag, these niggas be playin', yeah
I'm getting money, you dig?
I just spent a bag, that lil' shit was petty (Yeah)
Money keep calling, yeah, I gotta go get it (Go, go)
Swish, bitch, I ball, Mike Bibby
Just told this ho I don't do no kissin'
Bitch, yeah, no kizzy (Uh-uh)
Shootin' up shit just like Mike Miller (Uh-huh)
Nigga want beef, make him reconsider (Uh-huh)
Play with your bitch, yeah, you heard Flippa (Uh-huh)
Cutthroat, off the head with it (Fuck 'em)
[Interlude: KATO2X]
You thought we was done?
Uh
[Verse 2: KATO2X]
Can't be stopped, nigga can't fuck with us (Can't)
I hang with killers, won't need a body healer (Fah, fah)
Cartier watches and I came presidential (Ice)
I like thot hoes, I don't like sentimental (Nope)
First nigga did me, just damn near killed him
Walked down, close range, hop out the rental (Bitch)
Niggas beginners, they never been killers
How you gon' diss me, you don't even tote a pistol? (Huh?)
My city know that I'm the biggest (The biggest)
My young niggas turnt, in the hemi with semis (With semis)
Jump in that water, dive in it (Dive in it)
Never blank on a mission, on the road to the riches (The riches)
Fucking off racks on lawyers
I'm still fightin' a murder, I can't let 'em get me (Can't get me)
They see all this ice and I'm winning
These foreigns and bitches, this just the beginning (I stamp it)
I'm doing this shit with no deal (No deal)
I fuck with his opp, he know how I live (How I live)
We in the house on the hills
Don't come to the door if you ain't got you a kill (No kill)
Don't squeal if you go on a drill (Don't squeal)
Gotta take me serious, I'm fucking off M's (Off M's)
I fuck with nothin' but Lil' Tim
They hit pure net, don't aim at the rim (Stamp that)
Can't live how I live, you don't feel how I feel
Putting all the work in for it be a good year (Good year)
Bitches gon' come 'cause they knowing I'm here
And this ice on my chest hittin' like chandelier
Dropouts ain't gon' let shit near
Pump-fake from the front, we gon' hit you from the rear
Sip on mud, I don't drink shit clear
And all my opps dead, them niggas ain't here
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