Key Glock - Major lyrics

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Key Glock - Major lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph] Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, break that down Ayy bruh, don't get that sh** on my sheets bruh [Verse 1: Young Dolph] Mobbin' in the Bentley (ayy), smokin' moon rocks (hey) Pocket full of motherf**in' blue (blue), guap (guap) Half an ounce in my Gucci tube (tube), socks (socks) For the summertime got a new (what?), drop (skrrt) Trapper slash rapper slash bad b**h snatcher (ayy come here) Baby mama mad, she say you live like a ba*tard (so what?) Sold a hundred pounds and gave ten percent to the pastor (church) Keep goin' up the ladder (ayy), they mad, make 'em madder (hey) Told my son when I'm gone you gon' be a rich lil ba*tard (yeah) Pointers on me hittin' (woo), leave a b**h dizzy (uh) All my old b**hes feelin' salty, yeah, yeah In my DM, talkin' 'bout why you dog me? yeah, yeah But I still miss you, can you call me? yeah, yeah I heard ain't sh** change, that you still ballin', yeah, yeah She used to bust them scripts for me at Walgreens (pour up, pour up) Smugglin' narcotics was my calling (hey), ayy [Chorus: Young Dolph] Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) [Verse 2: Young Dolph] Hah-hah, you searchin' for fame (damn) I became a superstar in the dope game (it's Dolph) Found out you a hater, I can't look at you the same (goddamn) She said can she take a picture with my chain? (goddamn) Got two twin sisters, call 'em yin yang (goddamn) I wish I wouldn't've f**ed that b**h, she insane (goddamn) Alexander McQueen on me, ain't got a stain (yeah yeah) Turned to the plug, my life ain't never been the same (yeah yeah) [Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock] Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang) Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh, woo) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) [Verse 3: Key Glock] House full of b**hes like Flavor (Flav) These cuts in my thumb come from countin' paper, yeah (racks) Paper Route the gang and b**h we a label (gang, yeah) New Glock with a laser, yeah I let you meet your maker (yeah) Then go out to Jamaica with my motherf**in' rastas, yeah, yeah I'm movin' with my motherf**in' shottas, yeah, yeah I walk in, pop my motherf**in' collar, yeah, yeah A pistol in the motherf**in' party (Glock) [Chorus: Young Dolph & Key Glock] Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh, gang) Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh) Fours on the Mercedes, that's major (uh uh) Whole gang going crazy, that's major (uh uh) Millions on the table, that's major (uh uh) I turned dirt into diamonds, that's major (uh-huh)