ミュージックビデオ

特集

クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Ceeo
King Ceeo
Producer
PRE Peezy
PRE Peezy
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Shick
Glenn Shick
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Ceeo, turn that beat up Oh, Glizock Paper route 5L Yeah, cut-throat la familia nigga It's a family, not a gang And not a game Uh, sick of a nigga tryna throw dirt on my name Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang (fah) I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains Made packs disappear, like David Blaine These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox Number one rule, get that money, man I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph) It ain't no shame up in my gang, I'm tryna get it off (off) This street shit is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (soft) I just stay out the way (the way) And collect my bread (my bread) If you get in my way (my way) You get one in the head (head, yeah) Goyard full of blues (blues), sippin' on- sippin' on red (red) Like Worm, I'm 'bout my money (my money) I smoke your ass, like Craig (yeah) I'm a player, I can show you how to play it (yeah) Yeah, steppin' on niggas no pledge (uh) Go to sleep with a chop' by the bed (bah) All this ice on me, I need a sled (yeah) (all this ice on me, I need a sled, uh) Think my Bart chain need a Coke (coke) Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?) Nobody like bein' broke (nope) This street ain't no joke (no joke), everybody wanna be rich (rich) You gotta get off your ass (your ass) And get up on your shit (your shit) My Moncler in a jet (jet), my Maybach is a ship (ship) My pockets keep gettin' fat (and fatter) It come from all these chips (chips) Bitch! Run through it like him (yeah) Himmy Boys, Jimmy Neutron Tim Duncan, hahaha (south Memphis' finest) Himothy (yeah) Uh Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I'm gon' bang (fah) I made me some millions, they think I'm unchanged Ayy, fuck this fame and fuck these chains Made packs disappear, like David Blaine These bitches be all on my dang-a-lang I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it's icebox Number one rule, get that money, man I got this shit from Dolph (Dolph) It ain't no shame up in my gang, I'm tryna get it off (off) This street is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (soft) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Writer(s): Markeyvuis Cathey, Christopher Otis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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