Key Glock - Yea!! lyrics
[Key Glock - Yea!! lyrics]
Glock big Glock (yeah, yeah)
Glizzock (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah yeah (yeah) yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
Ain't no limit to this shit, I got racks on
Racks on me got this brand new whip, hell
Nah, my shit ain't leased, yeah
Bad lil' bitch give me face like ID's
Then I beat, beat, beat, beat
Her up like Ali, yeah
Franklins, Grants, and Jacksons, I got
Blue, pink, and some green, yeah
I came from flippin' packs, now I
Drop tracks and buy bling, yeah
Diamond rings, yeah, championship team, yeah
We all eatin', yeah, money stuck in my teeth
Yeah
Who? (Who?) , Me (Me) , bitch, I'm Master Key (Glock)
But I'm still a P, yeah
Youngin' off the leash, yeah
I'm a sight to see, uh
Make your wife a freak, uh
Tryna pipe your niece, uh keep
That pipe on me, fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someone get her off of me
She suckin' me just like a leech
Told her if she come with
Me she cannot make a Snap or Tweet
Pull up, paint job bumblebee
You niggas is a wannabe
You know I got guns on me, don't
Run up, you get done homie, fire
Now you're dead, uh
You shouldn't've did what you did, yeah
(Fire) now you're dead, uh
You shouldn't've said what you said, yeah
I got this big ass diamond ring
Uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
Fuck her 'til she scream, uh
Make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin' like some grease, uh, you
Niggas ain't touchin' me, yeah
Ridin' in a machine
Tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout it 'bout it, you
Can call me Master Key, yeah
Glizzock (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah yeah (yeah) yeah yeah yeah (yeah)
Ain't no limit to this shit, I got racks on
Racks on me got this brand new whip, hell
Nah, my shit ain't leased, yeah
Bad lil' bitch give me face like ID's
Then I beat, beat, beat, beat
Her up like Ali, yeah
Franklins, Grants, and Jacksons, I got
Blue, pink, and some green, yeah
I came from flippin' packs, now I
Drop tracks and buy bling, yeah
Diamond rings, yeah, championship team, yeah
We all eatin', yeah, money stuck in my teeth
Yeah
Who? (Who?) , Me (Me) , bitch, I'm Master Key (Glock)
But I'm still a P, yeah
Youngin' off the leash, yeah
I'm a sight to see, uh
Make your wife a freak, uh
Tryna pipe your niece, uh keep
That pipe on me, fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someone get her off of me
She suckin' me just like a leech
Told her if she come with
Me she cannot make a Snap or Tweet
Pull up, paint job bumblebee
You niggas is a wannabe
You know I got guns on me, don't
Run up, you get done homie, fire
Now you're dead, uh
You shouldn't've did what you did, yeah
(Fire) now you're dead, uh
You shouldn't've said what you said, yeah
I got this big ass diamond ring
Uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
Fuck her 'til she scream, uh
Make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin' like some grease, uh, you
Niggas ain't touchin' me, yeah
Ridin' in a machine
Tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I'm 'bout it 'bout it, you
Can call me Master Key, yeah