Key Glock - Fuck All Dat lyrics
[Key Glock - Fuck All Dat lyrics]
Let the band play i dunno (Huh?)
Okay, fuck all this (Fuck that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash
(Gettin' cash, nigga) , bitch, yo, uh
Racks on racks on racks
(I'm talkin' 'bout racks on
Racks) , racks, yo, 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 rat 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 an 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)
Fuck all this (Fuck that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash
(Gettin' cash, nigga) , bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks
(I'm talkin' 'bout racks) , racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Yuh, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons, uh
Yuh (yeah) , bitch, that's another backend, uh (That's another backend)
Yuh, a big backend (Big backend)
I sure 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, fuck all this (Fuck all that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash
(Gettin' cash, nigga) , bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks
(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
Okay, fuck all this (Fuck that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash
(Gettin' cash, nigga) , bitch, yo, uh
Racks on racks on racks
(I'm talkin' 'bout racks on
Racks) , racks, yo, 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 rat 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 an 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)
Fuck all this (Fuck that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash
(Gettin' cash, nigga) , bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks
(I'm talkin' 'bout racks) , racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Yuh, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons, uh
Yuh (yeah) , bitch, that's another backend, uh (That's another backend)
Yuh, a big backend (Big backend)
I sure 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, fuck all this (Fuck all that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash
(Gettin' cash, nigga) , bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks
(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