Key Glock - FYTB lyrics

(Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin', nigga
Ayy)

Yeah, I came in the game
Flexin', I was born to ball,  yeah
(Flexin')
With a big bag, a nigga fly like Santa Claus
(Bag) man, these niggas rappin', cappin'
 actin' like they got it all (Cap)
But they don't, dawg, man
These niggas fraud, uh
Glizock, he for real, he the real deal, y'all
(yeah) yeah, they say it's time to kill
Just look at my skeleton
Yeah, I hop up in my whip
My whip look like Megatron
Yeah, motherfuck your deal
I made that lil' shit in six months
(yeah, that's real shit, nigga)

Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
(Fuck you talkin' 'bout?)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now, yeah
I was strapped back then, still strapped now
Yeah your bitch seen Glizock and she
Damn near blacked out, uh
Yeah, I really live the life
These niggas rap 'bout, uh
I ain't wrestling with my mouth
No, I don't rap battle, uh
Yeah, young nigga came from shit
But I didn't tap out, uh
Have you ever spent a night
Up in the traphouse? Huh?

God, please protect my cheese
'cause these rats out, yeah
I can't give no ho my
Seed, I can't crash out, huh
I brought the racks out, baby
I brought the racks out (yeah)
Bitch, I got good credit
But I still cash out
Yeah, just left up out the mall and
I don't even check the tags
Yeah, I just hopped up in
That new Benz, skrrt skrrt, and I smashed
Yeah, Glizock, he the shit, and man
These other niggas assed out
Yeah, Glizock walk up in
The building, your bitch
Damn near passed out

Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (The fuck?)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now
(yeah)
I was strapped back then, still strapped now
Yeah your bitch seen Glizock and she
Damn near blacked out, uh
Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, bitch)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now
(yeah)
I was strapped back then, still strapped now
Yeah your bitch seen Glizock and she
Damn near blacked out, uh
Yeah, I really live the life
These niggas rap 'bout, uh
I ain't wrestling with my mouth
No, I don't rap battle, uh
(Nah) yeah, young nigga came from shit
But I didn't tap out, uh
(Nah) have you ever spent a night
Up in the traphouse? Huh?

Bitch, I ran it up, I
Still'll gun your ass down, yeah
Seventh grade bumpin' Waka, I
Love them gun sounds, yeah
Now a nigga drinkin' Wocky, I take mud baths
Yeah these lil' niggas just be talkin'
Ain't got no cash (Ain't got no guap)
Yeah, you broke, boy, he broke, boy, yeah
You niggas fucked up
Thought I told you bitches that I'm blessed
I didn't luck up
Glizock, let me hold somethin', shit, nigga
Hold up put that on my daddy, I paid
Cash for my Rolls truck, yup

Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? (yeah)
I had racks on me then, racks on me now
(yeah)
I was strapped back then, still strapped now
Yeah (I'm talkin' 'bout right now)
Your bitch seen Glizock and she
Damn near blacked out, uh
Yeah, I really live the life
These niggas rap 'bout, uh
I ain't wrestling with my mouth
No, I don't rap battle, uh
Yeah, young nigga came from shit
But I didn't tap out, uh
Have you ever spent a night
Up in the traphouse? Huh? (The fuck?)