Testo Dirt - Key Glock
Testo della canzone Dirt (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Glockoma 2
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)
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Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Christopher Allen Otis
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