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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Jabz
Jabz
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, I know I'm hot
And you not
[Verse 2]
All these **** say they hot, shit, you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up, let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap
And ever since a tot, I've been playin' 'round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho, give me top
And my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down, lil' ****, you ain't hot
I just left the lot, yeah, you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah, you know what I'm about
No, we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out
[Verse 3]
Goddamn, all this water got me drownin'
VVS's, forty thousand my medallion
I've been fly, bitch, I don't need no pilot
Every time I'm Gucci'd down, I be stylin'
Racks for my shirt, belt and shoes, I'm fresher than you
Just pulled up in the coupe, had the kids like, ooh
No, I don't wear no True's, but my pockets on Buddha
My chopper got a cooler, pull up, we bust your medulla
[Verse 4]
Goddamn, Lil Glock, you too hot
How you wreck your Benz and get another drop?
How you put all of them diamonds in your watch?
Why the fuck you go and get another charm?
[Verse 5]
All these **** say they hot, shit, you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up, let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap
And ever since a tot, I've been playin' 'round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho, give me top
And my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down, lil' ****, you ain't hot
I just left the lot, yeah, you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah, you know what I'm about
No, we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out
[Verse 6]
Same young **** ridin' 'round with them rounds
You just the same **** ridin' 'round talkin' down
Nah, we don't play around, turn your smile into a frown
Make my **** clear the crowd
Run in when them guns sound
[Verse 7]
Ah, shit, breakin' news
He got hit with the tool
They came up on the block and then they popped him and got loose
They came up on the block and then they sweep'ed it like a broom
I came up off the block then turnt all my rocks into jewels, bitch
[Verse 8]
All these **** say they hot, shit, you must not heard of Glock
Mister pull up, let it pop, mister don't play 'bout his guap
And ever since a tot, I've been playin' 'round with them blocks
Close your legs, ho, give me top
And my coupe cruise like a yacht
Pipe down, lil' ****, you ain't hot
I just left the lot, yeah, you know I gets a lot
Very large amounts, yeah, you know what I'm about
No, we don't play around, get 'em in and get 'em out
Written by: Markeyvius Cathey
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