Fuck All Dat
Key Glock
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Let the band play I dunno (huh?) Okay, f*ck all that (f*ck that shit) Yuh, bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yuh, uh Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, bitch, I'm that rich Yuh, I just cracked another seal, bitch, I'm that sick Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga Yuh, yuh, ayy, I'm nothin' like these rap niggas (nah) Nah, I mean I'm nothing like these rap niggas And that's a fact, nigga, yeah, I'm that nigga (Key Glock) Can't get no dap nigga, but you can get clapped, nigga (fire) Yeah, my niggas gon' ride or die (pew) I brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on ninety-nine (huh) I bet I gun 'em down (yeah), bitch, we slangin' iron, uh (slangin') Yeah, we slangin' iron, just like it's the wild wild west Yes (yes), yes, bitch, yes, uh, this right here Like a quarter on my chest, yuh, why I do that? 'Cause I'ma make that shit right back, duh (duh, duh) Duh (stupid), I'ma make that shit right back (on God, bitch) F*ck all that (f*ck that shit) Yuh, bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yuh, uh Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch Yuh, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons Yuh (yeah), bitch, that's another backend, uh (that's another backend) Yuh, a big backend (big backend) I just pulled up on your bitch, I broke her back in (nigga) Yeah, you shoulda seen how I made her back bend (yuh, nigga) And, yeah, I see why you love her, that bitch nasty (huh) The type of bitch to put a front on like she classy (bitch) Yeah, she belongs to the streets, that bitch trashy (trashy, trashy) Yuh, niggas sneak dissin', tell 'em at me Yuh, I'm the same young nigga from them backstreets (on God) Ridin' 'round with them thangs on the back seat (on God) Ain't shit changed, mane, huh, I still pack heat (ain't shit changed, mane) But, uh, f*ck all that (f*ck all that shit) Yuh, bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yuh, uh Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, bitch, I'm that rich Yuh, I just cracked another seal, bitch, I'm that sick Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga Yuh (yuh, yuh) Big Glock
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Written by: Markeyvius Cathey
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