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key glock - 712am lyrics

[intro]
(8…)
(wheezy outta here)

[verse 1]
sitting in the back of the benz sipping drizzank
i been going crazy running in and out the bizzank
if it wasn’t for google, mane, that b+tch wouldn’t know my real name
drop the lamb truck on my watch you can go ask [?]
let the doors swing on the lambo, yeah, this a rich thing
having too much money, my accountant start complaining
i drink all this mud, no, i can’t help it, it’s my boo thing
oh, this n+gga said he gon’ do what? well, i’m like, “okay”
(haha, what’s up p+ssy?)
[chorus]
money so long i been gettin’ it on, yeah, n+gga, i been going dumb
i been going dumb, still going dumb, i been running this sh+t up (yeah)
big goyard bag full of cash, now this b+tch wanna come f+ck
straight out south memphis, ain’t sh+t changed, i still might hit me a l!ck (yeah)
i bought that t+rex with my tour money, barely drive that b+tch
wockhardt by the pt, they hate me when i drink that sh+t
i know you see these diamonds hitting behind this presidеnt tint

[verse 2]
every time i pull up they bе like, “who the f+ck is him?”
i been getting richer and richer like every year
stuck in the streets, stuck in my ways, yeah, it’s no way out (uh)
sleep with a big k by the bed and got one by the couch
i’m all in europe, now i’m touring, that little n+gga like to flex
the mclaren doing the dash, i’m trying my best here not to wreck
i got wocky, i got [?]
got a rolls royce on my neck, this b+tch came from elliot
d+mn near gave that bro a mill’ just to ice out my chest
this ho lyin’ about a kid, i should’ve never touched that b+tch
i got hoes, some of ’em are married, i don’t even care, them b+tches loose
i got fentanyl in my diamonds, that’s another reason they blue
i don’t even care what these n+ggas talkin’ about, none of that sh+t gon’ work
i got some real hitters, yeah, some real hitters, they gon’ put a n+gga on a shirt
you think a n+gga like me give a f+ck about fame? i got it out the dirt
i gotta take this sh+t up with god, ’cause i put god (yeah) first
i got this motherf+ckin’ new h+llcat, i ain’t drove it since it came out
couple of bad b+tches, they tens, still can’t come up in my house (no)
staked this sh+t up to the ceiling, dolph had to me that himself
n+ggas still hatin’ on me, i f+cked this b+tch last year
[chorus]
(money so long i been gettin’ it on, yeah, n+gga, i been going dumb)
money so long i been gettin’ it on, yeah, n+gga, i been going dumb
i been going dumb, still going dumb, i been running this sh+t up (uh)
big goyard bag full of cash, now this b+tch wanna come f+ck
straight out south memphis, ain’t sh+t changed, i still might hit me a l!ck (uh)
i bought that t+rex with my tour money, barely drive that b+tch (yeah)
wockhardt by the pt, they hate me when i drink that sh+t (wock)
i know you see these diamonds hitting behind this president tint

[outro]
sitting in the back of the benz sipping drizzank
i been going crazy, you can catch me at the bizzank
i drink all this mud, no, i can’t help it, it’s my boo thing
n+ggas said they gon’ do what to who? well, i’m like, “okay”

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