Key Glock - Something Bout Me lyrics

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Key Glock - Something Bout Me lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yeah (Tay Keith, fu*k these ni**as up) Ayy [Chorus] Let me tell you ni**as lil' something 'bout me Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key Glock on my side, I be riding through the streets I be getting to the money, I got need for speed Yeah, I don't fu*k with pigs, but I still eat beef Young ni**as masked up like we from the Middle East Yeah, young ni**as with it, yeah, young ni**as spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep [Verse 1] Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC Yeah, big chains sounding like bells on me Just told this ho she ain't worth fifty cent, b*tch, you know I'm a P-I-M-P If I see this sh*t, I want it, I get it, ni**a, I ain't got time for no lease Snub-nose revolver in my pocket, I shoot like Scottie Pippin b*tch, I'm balling, big, big business Got my own whips, I ain't doing no renting I cut the b*tch off, I ain't doing no tricking Ho, tie your shoes, lil' b*tch, you tripping Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it Talking 'bout money, then you know I'm listening Money keep talking like, "Glock, come get me" Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty sh*t, should've bought a Continental Bentley Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty sh*t, should've bought a Continental Bentley Ayy, I love my gang and fu*k who against it I just dropped a hundred on the Cutthroat pendant Let me tell you ni**as lil' something 'bout me I'm a self made ni**a, never had an OG You can ask my grandma, ask my cousin, you can ask my teacher, you can ask the street (Yeah) I just be in the cut, so don't get cut, you know I'm cut, they cut on me I just be in the cut, so don't get cut, you know I'm cut, they cut on me [Chorus] Let me tell you ni**as lil' something 'bout me Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key Glock on my side, I be riding through the streets I be getting to the money, I got need for speed Yeah, I don't fu*k with pigs, but I still eat beef Young ni**as masked up like we from the Middle East Yeah, young ni**as with it, yeah, young ni**as spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep [Verse 2] Yeah, real drank sipper, I don't fight my sleep Yeah, real hustler, sell shells on the beach Yeah, I'm the GOAT, baby, and these other ni**as sheep Yeah, shooting like Kyrie if a ni**a reach Yeah, I'm the GOAT, ni**as rats, I can hear 'em squeaking Ayy, let me borrow your b*tch for the weekend Jumped out the back of the Maybach geeking Spilled some drank on my Amiris tweaking Damn, I love my cup like Weezy Ball so hard, this sh*t here easy New car, new watch for no reason Shorty su*k it like she teething Forty have a ni**a leaking Money talk, you ni**as speechless Money talking, big Glock speaking Money talking, big Glock speaking [Chorus] Let me tell you ni**as lil' something 'bout me Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key Glock on my side, I be riding through the streets I be getting to the money, I got need for speed Yeah, I don't fu*k with pigs, but I still eat beef Young ni**as masked up like we from the Middle East Yeah, young ni**as with it, yeah, young ni**as spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep Let me tell you ni**as lil' something 'bout me Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key Glock on my side, I be riding through the streets I be getting to the money, I got need for speed Yeah, I don't fu*k with pigs, but I still eat beef Young ni**as masked up like we from the Middle East Yeah, young ni**as with it, yeah, young ni**as spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep