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INTERPRÉTATION
Key Glock
Key Glock
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Paroles/Composition
Vinnie Barrett
Vinnie Barrett
Paroles/Composition
Bobby Eli
Bobby Eli
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Hitkidd
Hitkidd
Production
Norman A. Harris
Norman A. Harris
Production
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Ingénierie
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Ingénierie
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
PRE Peezy
PRE Peezy
Ingénierie de mixage
Glenn Shick
Glenn Shick
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Mr. Glock South Memphis' finest, nigga (Hitkidd, what it do, man?) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) Uh, I pop my shit for fun I be smokin' on that zaza, sipping' lean like Pimp and Bun (bitch) Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit, but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh) Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit, ain't even got a crumb (huh?) Ayy, I been countin 'all day, I done fractured my thumb (woo) I took a look down at my wrist, and it look just like a pond (woo) I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah) Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song Like ain't shit happen (yeah) I just got off tour, went right back, yep, I'm back at it If you know just like I know, these niggas big cappin' (big cappin') Yeah, all that make-believe shit, you need to quit rappin' (yeah) Heard you got stuck with a P, you need to quit trappin' (what the fuck?) Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah) I be smokin' on that zaza, sippin' lean like Pimp and Bun (yeah) Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit, but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh) Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit, ain't even got a crumb (huh?) Fucked on this MILF all day, I'm the same age as her son Told my nigga "No attempting", shit, we tryna get it done (bah) I get cake, like every day but my birthday, I got it done (skrrt) Got Ben Franklin on my line, I told that nigga, "Here I come" Like, brr, brr, brr (Here I come, let's go) I got blue strips in my pocket, I got blue tips in my gun I had copped the Goyard wallet and I bought that shit for nothin' If I put my jewelry on a scale, that shit would say, "A ton" (bling) This bitch said that I'm the one, uno, yeah, number one (yeah) Pockets fat, real fat, sumo, started with crumbs (yeah) Chopper sing, chopper sing, Bruno, yeah, Bruno Mars (yeah) Let a nigga play with me, you gon' see a shootin' star (fah, fah, fah) Uh, I pop my shit for fun (yeah) I be smokin' on that zaza, sippin' lean like Pimp and Bun (yeah) Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit, but they know I ain't the one (uh-uh) Yeah, these niggas talk that rah-rah shit, ain't even got a crumb (huh?) Ayy, I been countin' all day, I done fractured my thumb (yeah) I took a look down at my wrist, and it look just like a pond (yeah) I took a look up in the mirror and told that nigga, "You won" (yeah) Real street nigga, drop a nigga, then drop a song Like ain't shit happen
Writer(s): Cathey Markeyvuis, Vinnie Barrett, Bobby Eli Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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