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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr.
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Teslenko Artem Alexandrovich
Teslenko Artem Alexandrovich
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Producer
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Tizzle
Tizzle
Producer

Letras

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Shit Uh, Lord forgive me for my sins I'm 'bout to kill these fuck niggas once again Yup, jumped off the porch, no pad, no pen Yeah, all I really had was a stick on my hip (yeah) Yeah, stick on my hip, I put it on him I put it on him and I put it on you Yeah, matter of fact, I put it on your whole crew (baow) These niggas big cap like Dr. Seuss Yeah, big MAC back and it float like a cruise I be chasin' them racks like Duck, Duck, Goose (phew, phew) And my diamonds be dancin' just like Duke Deuce (bling) I be sippin' on purple, Ivan Ooze (Wock', Wock') Yeah, these niggas some serpents, can't let 'em through (uh-uh) Keep them squares out your circle and stay on the move Every day, I be workin', workin' my move (yeah, yeah) Workin' my move I play this shit off, I keep it so smooth I came in this world and made my own rules (yeah, yeah) You know I'm a monster that hang with some goons (yeah, yeah) Lil' bitch, I got rich, I ain't got nothin' to prove (yeah) Money on my mind when I jumped out the womb (yeah) Keep a big-ass knot just like a cartoon (yeah) And if I'm number one, Glizock number two, yeah (yeah, yeah) Yeah Twin 'nem Yeah, me, myself, and I Gang, gang Yeah I walk by fate, yeah, with my pipe I smoke with demons every night I wake up, gamble with my life Yeah, I pour fours up in my Sprite One thousand dollars, cups of ice I'm humble, but ain't nothin' nice In Glock we trust, on Jesus Christ Yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) In Glock we trust, on God (yeah) Money-hungry-ass nigga, I can't starve Five hundred racks stuffed in my Goyard (racks) Sippin' on Wock', me and my nigga Bart I ride my McLaren like Mario Kart (skrrt) Glock, how you get it? How you get that drop? (Huh?) You talkin' 'bout my car or you talkin' 'bout the opps? (The opps) Uh, uh, best believe I'ma get it done (yeah) Keep killers on the side of me (side), the back and the front (front) Yeah, them niggas that be around me (yeah), they ain't around for nothin' (gang, gang) Brand new double-R done (done) Niggas ain't did what I done (done, shit) Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? I know I'm fucked up, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm fucked up in the head, know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Anthony Lorenzo Holmes Jr., Markeyvius Lashun Cathey, Teslenko Artem Alexandrovich Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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