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key glock – that’s nothing lyrics

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[chorus]
blue hundreds bust out my pants (racks)
i turned your b-tch to a fan (thot)
i turned them dimes into bands
since knee high b-tch i been the man (been the man)
lil n-gga fly, peter pan (fly peter pan)
i’m taxin’ these hoes, uncle sam (taxin’ these hoes)
tell a b-tch get to steppin’ like pam (get to steppin’)
i ran it up, i caught a cramp (ran it up)
been gettin’ money, that’s nothing (gettin’ money)
c-cky -ss n-gga, hoes love me (c-cky)
since a newborn i been thuggin’
i was taking sh-t in my huggies
since a newborn i been thuggin’ (been thuggin’)
i was tucking sh-t in my huggies (takin’ sh-t)
c-cky -ss n-gga, hoes love me
been gettin’ money, that’s nothing (glock)

[verse 1]
my mama locked down in the feds (tamika)
i had to go get the bread (get it)
grandma was all on my -ss
i had to stack sandwich bags
i never hung out with the crowd (never)
i trapped them grams out my grams’ (trap)
my cousin them told me slow it down (slow it down)
told ’em f-ck that sh-t, i need it now (f-ck it)
i’m still that lil n-gga gettin’ paid, yeah (paid)
i’m still that lil n-gga they hate (they hate)
and i’m still that lil n-gga gon’ pull up and spray (grrah)
f-ck on his b-tch and then laugh in his face (hah)
cartier shades and i’m black like i’m blade
foreign lil b-tch clean me up like a maid
young n-gga fresh as h-ll, got ’em amazed
lately i just been wearin’ gucci and j’s (swag)
i just be stacking my cash (stack it)
i just been ridin’ with my k (ridin’)
treat my shoebox like a safe (racks)
i treat my shoebox like a safe (racks)
migos hit me, said that they on the way
overnight ’em, i can’t wait for two days (uh)
before they came the play was already made (uh-uh)
before they came the play was already made (uh-uh)

[chorus]
blue hundreds bust out my pants (racks)
i turned your b-tch to a fan (thot)
i turned them dimes into bands
since knee high b-tch i been the man (been the man)
lil n-gga fly, peter pan (fly peter pan)
i’m taxin’ these hoes, uncle sam (taxin’ these hoes)
tell a b-tch get to steppin’ like pam (get to steppin’)
i ran it up, i caught a cramp (ran it up)
been gettin’ money, that’s nothing (gettin’ money)
c-cky -ss n-gga, hoes love me (c-cky)
since a newborn i been thuggin’ (been thuggin’)
i was takin’ sh-t in my huggies (been takin’ sh-t)
since a newborn i been thuggin’ (been thuggin’)
i was tuckin’ sh-t in my huggies (takin’ sh-t)
c-cky -ss n-gga, hoes love me
been gettin’ money, that’s nothing (glock)

[verse 2]
hard top coupe (skrrt), but still can lose the roof (fine)
i smoke like uncle snoop (dogg), i sip lean, not gin and juice
just a n-gga with an att-tude, b-tch i feel like cube
and this thottie l!ck her lips at me, i feel ll cool (j)
marijuana and codeine, i’m on the parachute (i’m high)
can’t let no n-gga k!ll me b-tch ’cause i’m the first to shoot (fire)
i talk cash sh-t (b-tch), vvs all on my tooth (b-tch)
f-cked your b-tch, got ghost, i told her i can’t be her boo (no)
i pull ’em down, they lookin’ sour (skrrt)
versace-d down like austin powers (swag)
you say you want beef, oscar meyer
i’m ballin’ you ain’t even makin’ tryouts (huh?)
i trapped the hard out the house (trapped out)
you shot the glock, better hide (what?)
i don’t get stoned, i get fried
i’m in her mouth just like stride (ehh), ’cause i got

[chorus]
blue hundreds bust out my pants (racks)
i turned your b-tch to a fan (thot)
i turned them dimes into bands
since knee high b-tch i been the man (been the man)
lil n-gga fly, peter pan (fly peter pan)
i’m taxin’ these hoes, uncle sam (taxin’ these hoes)
tell a b-tch get to steppin’ like pam (get to steppin’)
i ran it up, i caught a cramp (ran it up)
been gettin’ money, that’s nothing (gettin’ money)
c-cky -ss n-gga, hoes love me (c-cky)
since a newborn i been thuggin’ (been thuggin’)
i was takin’ sh-t in my huggies (been takin’ sh-t)
since a newborn i been thuggin’ (been thuggin’)
i was tuckin’ sh-t in my huggies (takin’ sh-t)
c-cky -ss n-gga, hoes love me
been gettin’ money, that’s nothing (glock)