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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vincent Ayel
Songwriter
Stephan Brossard
Songwriter
Marie Bonnin
Songwriter
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aimonmyneck
Producer
Bandplay
Producer
PRE Peezy
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Shick
Mastering Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Engineer
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Chris Bhikoo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Krishon O'Brien Gaines
Producer
Vladislav Zabornikov
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, they call me Glock, and the G stand for "Greatest"
Married to money, tell her that I'm taken
Cutthroat the gang, better yet, we the navy
And bitch, I'm that ****, it ain't hard to bank
Fuck yeah, I might bulletproof the Mercedes
Yeah, I'm playin' with this paper
I'm ballin' like Kobe, these **** can't help me
Yeah, I might put up eighty-one
Everybody know me, it's MOB until I'm eighty-one
Yeah, bitch, I'm that ****, a made one
Black diamonds on me, Jacob (Akon)
Bring it to your door like Avron
High as hell, might hit you with a ray gun
Where I'm from, you don't got it, then take some
Yeah, I'm smokin' on 'za, no fake Runtz
Where I'm from, you don't got it, then take some
I'm smokin' on 'za, no deps
I ran that money up, no elevator or no steps
Got a bad bitch to my left
I could do bad by myself
Nine letters, you know what I rep
Cutthroat, front ten, we step
Cutthroat, Golden State, I'm Steph
Nah, better yet, I'm Steve Kerr
Glizock that ****, yes, sir
Run up on me, double dare
Heart cold as a polar bear
And I am hotter than a fuckin' desert
I spent twenty thousand on some fur
Then spent thirty thousand on some leather
Save that bullshit for the birds
Bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level
Save that bullshit for the birds
Bitch, I'm in a whole 'nother life
Got rich, shit start to change
Got rich, shit went left
And before you get an M
You know you gotta take a L
These **** pussy, that's what I smell
These **** pussy, these **** hoes
I be hangin' with **** that cutthroats and wipe nose
[Outro]
They call me Glock, and the G stand for "Greatest"
Look at your son, yeah, Momma, we made it
They didn't believe in me, just like the Lakers
Related to Dolph, plugged in with the flavors
Big rocks in my ears, this shit look like craters
Young **** blessed, shout out my Creator
I broke through the charts, she callin' me Satan
On God
Written by: Marie Bonnin, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Stephan Brossard, Vincent Ayel