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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bandplay
Bandplay
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
VVS my ear, VVS my charm
VVS my arm, I just dropped couple hunnid
[Verse 2]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear
Everything clear
Your bitch like my drip
Got her starin' over here
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip
And that shit for real, it just how a **** live
Ridin' with the steel, that just how I live
Autobot my whip, that just how I live
I pop tags and seals, that just how I live
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he live
[Verse 3]
Racks up to my ear, racks up over here
That just how it is, stack them Ben Franklins
Give my deuce a crib, no more payin' bills
Bitch, I get it in, back ends and dividends
Smoke it like I'm Snoop, I sip lean not no gin
Pull up, brand new coupe, hop out with them big bands
Pull up on your coupe and then you know we blastin'
Y'all **** hittin' up all that
Chop, I'ma hit him in his ballcap
Fall on me, **** better fall back
Got dirty sneaks, no Xanax
And I'm too fly for jetlag
Hatin' that ****? Better get back
Just a little **** with a big bag
[Verse 4]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear
Everything clear
Your bitch like my drip
Got her starin' over here
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip
And that shit for real, it just how a **** live
Ridin' with the steel, that just how I live
Autobot my whip, that just how I live
I pop tags and seals, that just how I live
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he live
[Verse 5]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear
Everything clear
Your bitch like my drip
Got her starin' over here
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip
And that shit for real, it just how a **** live
[Verse 6]
With, with that shit for real, it's kill or be killed
Bitch I'm chasing meals, I eat five-star meals
Wore my jewelry real, your shit is so thin
Boy, them pints ain't real, who you tryna kill?
Damn, that's some fucked up shit
**** get fucked up quick
Yeah, I just bust my wrist
And I just bust this bitch
I fuck young hoes and MILTFS
I hop in my spaceship and lift off
Got a new Rocket, Chris Paul
Bitch you know I ball
[Verse 7]
Look at my neck, my wrist, my ear
Everything clear
Your bitch like my drip
Got her starin' over here
I can't give you nothin' but some nut up on your lip
And that shit for real, it just how a **** live
Ridin' with the steel, that just how I live
Autobot my whip, that just how I live
I pop tags and seals, that just how I live
Pop him like a pill, let's see if he live
Written by: Markeyvius Cathey, BandPlay
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