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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juicy J
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
Glizock
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Aye, straight up gangsta (Yeah), **** you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (Yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
[Verse 3]
These **** say they gettin' money, well, shit, same here (Yeah)
I be poppin' shit, man, always poppin' shit, yeah
I was playin' with Hot Wheels but now I got that shit for real
Take you to thе block they like, "Glock, how you quit that shit again?"
[Verse 4]
Ballin' on thesе ****, I got skills (Swish)
Yeah, I'm ballin' on these ****, gang keep tellin' me to chill (Chill)
Yeah, I got a baby waitin', she impatient at the crib (Yeah)
I've been ballin' lately, it look like I signed a deal (Yeah)
Baby, call me Glock (Glock) and don't forget the B
If I ain't got my Glock with me, FN on my hip (FN)
[Verse 5]
(Bah)
Aye, let that shit ride (Bah)
Aye, let that shit ride (Bah)
Aye, yeah, let that shit ride (Bah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah, yeah
[Verse 6]
I got a flooded Rollie, and it's hard to tell the time (Yeah)
Still can't play with no bitch, I can't waste no time (Yeah)
I've been gettin' money, money always on my mind
Yeah, I'm all about a dollar, all I see is dollar signs
[Verse 7]
Straight up gangsta, **** you ain't nothin' but a wangsta (Yeah)
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
[Verse 8]
Straight up gangsta, **** you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (Yeah)
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (Yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta?
[Verse 9]
Lame as fuck, man, I swear to God, they ain't same as us
I'm flamed up, I smoke your ass and turn you to some angel dust
Thirty chains on my neck, this shit hurt, gettin' tangled up
These **** wanna be like, gang, but shit, they can hang it up (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 10]
(These **** ain't my kind) (Hang it up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These **** ain't my kind (Hang it up, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(These **** ain't my kind, yeah, they ain't my kind, **** ain't my kind)
[Verse 11]
And these bitches love the way I shine, if she a real bad bitch, I'm finna break her spine
Aye, I got money in the bank and I got money on my mind
Aye, I be strapped every day, shit I'm strapped right now (Bah, bah)
[Verse 12]
****, I'm a gangsta (Yeah), **** you ain't nothin' but a wangsta
You ain't gotta ask me, best believe I got that banger (Yeah)
When you really gettin' money sometimes shit get dangerous (Yeah)
How the hell you screamin', "Gang", and you ain't even gangsta? (The fuck?)
[Verse 13]
Aye, let that shit ride (Bah, yeah)
Aye, let that shit ride (Yeah)
Aye, yeah, let that shit ride (Bah)
Bah-bah, bah-bah, yeah
[Verse 14]
Yeah
These **** ain't my kind (Uh-huh, yeah, yeah)
These **** ain't my kind (Uh, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, these **** ain't my kind, ain't my kind, **** ain't my kind
Straight up gangsta (Straight up gangsta)
Yeah, yeah
Written by: Cynthia Loving, Darryl McClary, Mark Adams, Michael Allen, Raymond Turner, Steve Arrington