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key glock – fuck around & find out lyrics

[intro]
steve zidane
renwy got the f+ckin’ sauce, boy
yeah
ayy
ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i just put this lil’ bad b+tch in time+out (whew)
i press a b+tton, send them k!llers (ah, ah, ah), to ya hideout (ayy)
i ain’t just rappin’, you gon’ f+ck around and find out
catch a n+gga lackin’ with his b+tch tryna dine out (what?)
yeah, my shirt wrinkled (ah, ah, ah), but i still brought that iron out
beefin’ with the kid, i guarantee you’s gettin’ slimed out
seventeen, makin’ plays, yep, at the hyatt house (woah)
runnin’ through these hoes like i play for cleveland browns, yeah

[verse 1]
bronem got drums, choppers singin’ like the beatles, yeah (whew)
i’m all about my green like a philadelphia eagle (yeah)
caught this n+gga lackin’, he was sweatin’ like a preacher (ah)
this b+tch call me s+xy, just don’t know that i’m the reaper (yeah, ah)
i’m married to monifah, i sip codeine by the liter (yeah)
it’s cutthroat la familia, ask about it, i’m the leader (yeah)
these n+ggas act like divas, i just stay up in my lane (ayy)
i made my first two hunnid racks and went to johnny dang (yeah)
my watch cost a lot even though that motherf+cker plain (woo, ayy)
these n+ggas talk a lot and they still won’t do a thing (sh+t)
ayy, i just left the lot (skrrt), yup, in the brand new thing (skrrt)
i can’t stop hustlin’, baby, this a money train (let’s go)
don’t go against the grain (grain), that’s playin’ with your life (yeah)
they call me mr. glock, introduce yo’ ass to christ (yeah)
they say you can’t afford it if you can’t buy it twice (yeah)
so i went and bought a double+r, aight? (ayy)
you know i be poppin’ my sh+t, ayy (whew)
you know i ain’t worried ’bout no b+tch, ayy (yeah)
you know i’m too busy gettin’ rich, ayy (yeah)
you know i still keep that bl!ck (baow, baow, baow, baow)
[chorus]
i just put this lil’ bad b+tch in time+out (whew)
i press a b+tton, send them k!llers to ya hideout, ayy (ah, ah, ah)
i ain’t just rappin’, you gon’ f+ck around and find out
catch a n+gga lackin’ with his b+tch tryna dine out (what?)
yeah, my shirt wrinkled (ah, ah, ah), but i still brought that iron out
beefin’ with the kid, i guarantee you’s gettin’ slimed out
seventeen, makin’ plays, yep, at the hyatt house (woah)
runnin’ through these hoes like i play for cleveland browns, yeah

[verse 2]
runnin’ through these hoes like i’m playin’ for the bengals (yeah)
the b+tch look like a angel, but at night turn to a demon (uh)
my hood b+tch got a trick, he look just like william regal (yeah)
my lil’ bro pullin’ stunts, shootin’ sh+t like steven seagal (baow, baow, baow)
yeah, i smoke a n+gga like a cigar (baow, baow)
shoot first, can’t like a n+gga get one off on me
yeah, and i put that on me (ayy)
put a n+gga on a plate,(ah, ah, ah), eat lunch meat (yeah)

[outro]
i just put this lil’ bad b+tch in time+out (whew)
i press a b+tton, send them k!llers to ya hideout, ayy (ah, ah, ah)
i ain’t just rappin’, you gon’ f+ck around and find out
catch a n+gga lackin’ with his b+tch tryna dine out (what?)
motherf+cker gonna find out
haha
baow, baow, baow, baow
glizzock
yeah

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