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key glock - gmfb lyrics

gmfb lyrics
[intro]
g_lock
(hurricane made this one)
ayy

[chorus]
you know i get money, f_ck b_tches, duck snitches
n_ggas already know the business
f_ck a n_gga, f_ck his brother, f_ck his gang, n_ggas know they ain’t f_cking with me (yeah)
yeah, big watches, big rains, big chains, n_gga, i ain’t ever tucking sh_t (uh_uh)
yeah, f_ck the opps, f_ck the cops, tell em’ all that they can suck a d_ck

[verse 1]
yeah, presi wrist, presi ten, big sticks, b_tch, i move like the president
my opps sh_t, mafia sh_t, free rock, twelve still ain’t stopping sh_t (i heard these n_ggas dropping dimes)
i’ma drop some sh_lls around this b_tch
yeah, n_gga been popping my sh_t, been popping my collar sincе i was six
yeah n_gga, since i was a jit, i been legit, yеah, i kept a stick
aiming at you and i bet i won’t miss, i aim it at him and i bet that i hit
straight out the mud but i don’t f_ck with pigs
i got some top in the back of the benz
momma’s only son don’t call me a twin
n_gga, i put that sh_t on the fam
my cuzzo be serving the been’ he say he going in until they come and get him (yeah)
i told him don’t worry just get it done and if you gonna done it don’t do it for fun
yeah, if you gonna do it, don’t do it for none
beat the block up like a motherf_cking drum
n_gga try to take some, cut off his arm (yeah, yeah)
i’m a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich ass young n_gga (yeah)
pack flippa, big dripper, big pistol, lil n_gga keep it with em’
sneak dissing got me tickled, what’s the issue? shine your head for a n_gga
f_ck these n_ggas, f_ck these b_tches, f_ck the fame, yeah, and f_ck the system
ayy
[chorus]
you know i get money, f_ck b_tches, duck snitches
n_ggas already know the business
f_ck a n_gga, f_ck his brother, f_ck his gang
n_ggas know they ain’t f_cking with me (yeah)
yeah, big watches, big rains, big chains
n_gga i ain’t ever tucking sh_t (uh_uh)
yeah, f_ck the opps, f_ck the cops, tell em’ all that they can suck a d_ck

[verse 2]
yeah, tell ’em, “suck a d_ck”, middle fingers up, they ain’t talking ’bout sh_t
it’s “m.o.b.”, yeah, money over b_tches, i’ma be this way ’till i’m eighty_six (yeah)
matter of fact ’till i’m ninety_nine, or you could just say until i die
ten_toes down, i ain’t got sh_t to hide, i’m cutthroat for real can’t trust my smile (yeah)
lambo truck with b_tterfly doors, they like, “this young n_gga wilding” (woo)
i hop in that b_tch and put it in corsa mode, take off like a pilot
yeah, diamonds on me fighting like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot
cartier shades like sonic, and my chopper sing like alvin the chipmunk
i been sipping lean and smoking big blunts
trap n_gga f_cking with the big coin
n_ggas rappin’ capping like they did sum’
stop lying, n_gga you ain’t did nun’
i just crush a lot, pockets big gun
i been going dumb, still going dumb
and i put that on my grandma’s son, n_gga
[chorus]
you know i get money, f_ck b_tches, duck snitches
n_ggas already know the business (yeah)
f_ck a n_gga, f_ck his brother, f_ck his gang
n_ggas know they ain’t f_cking with me (yeah)
yeah, big watches, big rains, big chains
n_gga i ain’t ever tucking sh_t (yeah)
yeah, f_ck the opps, f_ck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a d_ck (b_tch)

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