Testo Something Bout Me - Key Glock
Testo della canzone Something Bout Me (Key Glock), tratta dall'album Yellow Tape 2
Yeah
Yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) ayy
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it, yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep
Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC
Yeah, big chains soundin' like bells on me
Just told this hoe she ain't worth 50 cent, bitch, you know I'm a P-I-M-P
If I see this shit, I want it, I get it, nigga, I ain't got time for no lease
Snub-nose revolver in my pocket, I shoot like Scottie Pippin
Bitch, I'm ballin', big, big business
Got my own whips, I ain't doin' no rentin'
I cut the bitch off, I ain't doin' no trickin'
Hoe, tie your shoes, lil' bitch, you trippin'
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 (ayy)
Talkin' 'bout money, then you know I'm listenin'
Money keep talkin' like, "Glock, come get me"
Just left Wafi and I spent 250
Shit, shoulda bought a Continental Bentley
Just left Wafi and I spent 250
Shit, shoulda bought a Continental Bentley
Ayy, I love my gang and fuck who against it
I just dropped a hundred on the Cutthroat pendant
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
I'm a self-made nigga, 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
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' '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 gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it, yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep (skrrt)
Yeah, real drank sipper, I don't fight my sleep
Yeah, real hustler, sell shells on the beach
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., baby, and these other niggas sheep
Yeah, shootin' like Kyrie if a nigga reach
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., niggas rats, I can hear 'em squeakin'
Ayy, let me borrow your bitch for the weekend
Jumped out the back of the Maybach, geekin'
Spilled some drank on my Amiris tweakin'
Damn, I love my cup like Weezy
Ball so hard, this shit here easy
New car, new watch for no reason
Shorty suck it like she teethin'
.40 have a nigga leakin'
Money talk, you niggas speechless
Money talkin', big Glock speakin' (ayy, ayy)
Money talkin', big Glock speakin' (ayy)
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it, yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it, yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep
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Writer(s): Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Markeyvius Cathey
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