Key Glock - GMFB lyrics

Buh, buh, fah, fah g-lock
Fah, fah, fah, fah (Hurricane made this one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah fah, fah, fah, fah
Ayy

You know I get money
Fuck bitches, duck snitches
Niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his
Brother, fuck his gang
Niggas know they ain't fucking with me
(yeah) yeah, big watches, big rings
Big chains, nigga, i ain't ever tucking shit
(Uh, uh) yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick

Yeah, presi' wrist, presi' tint
Big sticks, bitch, i move like the president
Mob shit, mafia shit, free akh
12 still ain't stopping shit (Free Ralo)
I heard these niggas dropping dimes
I'ma drop some shells around this bitch
Yеah, nigga been popping my shit
Been popping my collar since I was six
Yeah, nigga, since I was a
Jit, I been lеgit, yeah, i kept a stick
Aimin' at you and I bet I won't miss
I aim it at him and I bet that I hit
Straight out the mud
But I don't fuck with pigs
I got some top in the back of the Benz
Mama's only son, don't call me your twin
Nigga, I put that shit on the fam
Yeah, my cuzzo be serving that bean
He say he goin' in until they come get him
(yeah) i told him, "Don't worry, just get it
Done, and if you gon' done it
Don't do it for fun"
Yeah, if you gon' do it
Don't do it for nothin'
Beat the block up like a motherfuckin' drum
Nigga try to take somethin', cut off his arm
(yeah, yeah) yeah, I'm a cutthroat
Humble, nonchalant, rich-ass, young nigga
(yeah)
Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol
Lil' nigga keep it with him (yeah)
Sneak dissing got me tickled
What's the issue? Shine your
Head for a nickel (Fah)
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system

You know I get money
Fuck bitches, duck snitches
Niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his
Brother, fuck his gang
Niggas know they ain't fucking with me
(yeah) yeah, big watches, big rings
Big chains, nigga, i ain't ever tucking shit
(Uh, uh) yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick

Yeah, tell 'em, "Suck a dick
" middle fingers up
They ain't talkin' 'bout shit
And it's MOB, yeah, money over bitches
I'ma be this way 'til I'm eighty-six
Yeah, matter of fact, 'til I'm ninety-nine
Or you can just say until I die
Ten toes down, I ain't got shit
To hide, I'm cutthroat for real
Can't trust my smile
Yeah, Lambo' truck with butterfly
Doors, they like, "This young nigga wilding"
(Woo)
I hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode
Take off like a pilot (Phew)
Yeah, diamonds on me fightin' like
A mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot
Uh, Cartier shades like Simon and my
Chopper sing like Alvin the Chipmunks
I been sipping lean and smoking big blunts
Trap nigga fucking with the Bitcoin
Niggas rappin' cappin' like
They did somethin'
Stop lying, nigga, you ain't did nothin'
I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun
I been going dumb, still going dumb
And I put that on my grandma's son, nigga

You know I get money
Fuck bitches, duck snitches
Niggas already know the business (yeah)
Fuck a nigga, fuck his
Brother, fuck his gang
Niggas know they ain't fucking with me
(yeah) yeah, big watches, big rings
Big chains, nigga, i ain't ever tucking shit
(Shit) yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick
(Bitch)