mbe glock baby – remained the same lyrics
hook:play me a beat ima cook up, 30 round clip on the glock don’t get shook up, y’all p-ssy -ss n-gga love to play tough, caught him like charlie ima wish his -ss good luck..wish his ahh good luck, 30 it stay tucked,i’m pulling up in a benz truck,if a f-ck n-gga say sum, twin gone spray sum, leave a f-ck n-gga ahh lit up..dese n-ggas be lame throw dirt on my name, but all that sh-t part of the game, not signing no deeall less din a mil, i ain’t selling my soul for no fame..i came from the struggle, a n-gga had to hustle but b-tch i made it through the rain..even if i sign me a deal i’m still keeping it real young n-gga ain’t gone never change!
verse: i had to go through that pain, i had to show dese n-ggas i was next soo i pulled up in dat range, i was a youngin hanging wit da vets everyday learning the game, i was taught to go get me a check and to remain the same(just gotta stay in my lane)
f-ck n-gga i’m never gone sang,glock baby ain’t dropping dime you know a n-gga ain’t dropping no change,b-tch n-gga you know it’s my time,i prayed for this sh-t i’m ready for the fame
ain’t wasting my time with no hoe, p-ss ha str8 to the bro i’m tryna get paid just like a coach i’m callin dese plays, heard yo luh hoe was screaming my name
got the d-ck deep in her back she feeling that stroke she feeling that pain, called up mel to cook up that beat,i get in the booth i’m going insane, got ya b-tch giving me brain
hopped in dat cat i’m switching dese lanes,i can’t be fw lames,they chasing the clout,i’m chasing my dreams,y’all n-ggas be flexing for hoes but really be broke, wearing fake chains
y’all out here looking for smoke,while i’m stacking my checks and staying out the way
gotta big 30 on my waist just like steph curry, i’m shooting long range(you will get hit in broad day)..
you can get shot in yo face,lil n-gga don’t act like you hard, i been pulled yo card,n-gga you a disgrace. how you throw dirt on my name and say ima lame when you ate off my plate. f-ck n-gga i come from da a where a lotta n-ggas die and few n-ggas make it(young n-gga i gotta keep praying)
hook:play me a beat ima cook up, 30 round clip on the glock don’t get shook up, y’all p-ssy -ss n-gga love to play tough, caught him like charlie ima wish his -ss good luck..wish his ahh good luck, 30 it stay tucked,i’m pulling up in a benz truck,if a f-ck n-gga say sum, twin gone spray sum, leave a f-ck n-gga ahh lit up..dese n-ggas be lame throw dirt on my name, but all that sh-t part of the game, not signing no deeall less din a mil, i ain’t selling my soul for no fame..i came from the struggle, a n-gga had to hustle but b-tch i made it through the rain..even if i sign me a deal i’m still keeping it real young n-gga ain’t gone never change!
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