Something Bout Me

Key Glock

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    Yeah
    Yeah
    (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
    Ayy

    Let me tell you niggas lil' something 'bout me
    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 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 spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep

    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, 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 balling, big, big business
    Got my own whips, I ain't doing no renting
    I cut the bitch off, I ain't doing no tricking
    Ho, tie your shoes, lil' bitch, 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 calling like: Glock, come get me
    Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
    Shit, should've bought a Continental Bentley
    Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
    Shit, should've 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' something '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

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    Let me tell you niggas lil' something 'bout me
    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 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 spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep

    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 niggas sheep
    Yeah, shooting like Kyrie if a nigga reach
    Yeah, I'm the GOAT, niggas rats, I can hear 'em squeaking
    Ayy, let me borrow your bitch 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 shit here easy
    New car, new watch for no reason
    Shorty suck it like she teething
    Forty have a nigga leaking
    Money talk, you niggas speechless
    Money talking, big Glock speaking
    Money talking, big Glock speaking

    Let me tell you niggas lil' something 'bout me
    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 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 spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep
    Let me tell you niggas 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 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 spinning your block, they don't even know how to creep

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