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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gunboi
Gunboi
Producer
Pvlace
Pvlace
Producer
Sledgren
Sledgren
Producer

歌詞

Ah Huh Yeah (Legend) I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah) I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mil's is all that I see (yeah, yeah) Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah) Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me I eat the weak, I'm a beast A bowl of rappers, I feast You know they say talk is cheap Well, I baguette'd my teeth Got some new weapons for my team You can't compare to my team (yeah, yeah, yeah) Who? Three letters, yeah, P.R.E (yeah) Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Money in my pocket, in my head and on your head (Racks) You heard what I said, chopper knock off face and dreads, uh Sittin' on case, sweepin' with niña in the bed Yeah, I'm walkin' with the dead, Benjamins up in my pants Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm ballin', diamonds dance in my Lamb' Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm ballin', yeah, my left wrist cost a Lamb' My left wrist cost a Lamb', yeah, my left wrist cost a Lamb', goddamn Goddamn, damn, goddamn Goddamn, damn, damn, damn (the fuck?) Goddamn, damn, damn, damn (yeah) Damn, goddamn, damn, damn (icy) I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah) I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mills is all that I see (yeah, yeah) Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets (yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me (uh, uh) Nickname my .223 TLC 'cause I creep with the heat (yeah, yeah, yeah) Got big ol' Glocks, we clear the spot and spin the block like CDs (yeah, yeah, yeah) I stunt so hard, it look easy, you see white diamonds, I'm cheesin' (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Bitch, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Everything real, bitch, my grill cost a krill (yeah) Solitaries in my ears, bitch (yeah), look at this here (yeah) Bitch, look at this here (look), my diamonds, they crystal clear (woo) Yeah, my diamonds crystal clear (Ice, ice), I caught you starin' like a deer (bitch) Come get your bitch, dawg, look down at my phone, got twenty missed calls Ridin' with a hunnid shots, I got enough for all of y'all Yeah, I ran it up and ain't look back ever since, dawg I pull up in the yellow thang with the yellow Richard Mille on, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, I hop on the block, the yellow belt, the yellow Richard on Yeah, yeah, yeah, the yellow Richard on Yeah, I hop up out the yellow whip I dropped a four in my iced tea, okay, and now it taste sweet (yeah) I'm chasin' dreams like I'm Meek, the mills is all that I see (yeah) Jumped off the porch, yeah, with the torch, bitch, I was raised by the streets Yeah, I was told to play for keeps and don't let a hoe play with me (hoe play with me) (nah)
Writer(s): Markeyvuis Cathey, Edward Murray, Pvlace Pvlace Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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