[Key Glock]
Glizock (Core)
(Let the band play) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy
[Key Glock]
Still on that gang sh*t, no lame sh*t, no, I can't trust a thot
I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks
You know I pop sh*t, I talk sh*t, 'cause I gets a lot of guap
You know my neck and wrist is real water, yeah, Alkaline and Voss
Uh, money, money, money gettin' taller and these choppas we got is the largest
Yeah, Mr. Glock, lil' b*tch, I'm the sergeant, you don't really, really, really want problems
Nah, you don't really, really, really want problems
Send you to the gates, ni**a, motherfu*k a doctor
Choppas on choppas, you don't wanna get chopped up
Who is that? Yeah, it's a goat and a dolphin, uh
[Young Dolph & Key Glock]
Choppas on choppas, yeah
Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas
Smoke like a Rasta, my b*tch ass fat and so if my pockets
Everybody know (What?), I keep a bankroll on me and a rocket
Uh, ain't no leg, no (Uh-uh), I'm aimin' straight at your motherfu*kin' noggin (Fire)
Yeah, yeah, no innocent bystanders, I hit my target (Got 'em)
Keep a chopper in the closet
I brought my fire to the party
Wear a chrome heart like Ed Hardy
Promethazine, it got me nodded
Baby look just like a goddess
But I don't give a fu*k 'cause I'm heartless, yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?)
[Key Glock]
Uh, I'll never change 'cause I'm just too solid
Stuck in my ways, got a pistol in the party
Dumb, dumb money, I'm goin' retarded
I'm havin' my way and they say I'm toxic
I'm straight off the block, I ain't never had a wallet
Two straps, yeah, Drake and Josh
Ayy, shout-out to my opps
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, middle fingers to the cops
These ni**as hatin' on the kid, tell these ni**as stop
I told my teacher, "When I grow up, I wanna be like Glock"
Now it's a couple years later, b*tch, look at your boy
I just pulled up in that Lambo truck, nearly fu*ked my door
b*tch, I get that dough, I get that dough, I can't get a new
These b*tches and these haters know what's up, yeah, they know it's up
I be throwin' bullets just like Brady, come and catch a slug
[Young Dolph]
Throwin' bullets just like Brady, throwin' bullets just like Brady
Fry your ass like some bacon, fry your ass just like some bacon
Seen him on the E-way, flipped him, now I don't think he gon' make it
Now I ain't the type of ni**a to ask for sh*t 'cause I'ma take it
In my space, I'm countin' mula, b*tches walkin' around naked
Remember I used to share my clothes with my cousin, I used to hate it
I went, found me a plug, motherfu*k that paycheck (fu*k all of that)
Everyday I wake up, I'm like, "Where that cake at?"