More songs by BIA
More songs by Key Glock
Description
The sound is like driving a sports car through the city at night: bright signs flash, the asphalt glistens, and the speed has long since exceeded what is considered “reasonable.” It's all about changing roles and paths, about the ability to be anyone - from a cold businesswoman to a predator in sequins. Money jingles, phones pulse, secrets are packed in envelopes, and all around is excitement and precious glitz. The atmosphere is bold and fast-paced - as if life itself has decided to create a soundtrack in the style of “you blink and you're already on a new level.”
Lyrics and translation
Original
Uh
BIA, BIA
Uh-huh (Aziz)
Uh-huh
Blow a kiss to bitches, my haters, I wish 'em well (well)
Get up on my level, I'm sendin' 'em straight to hell (hell)
We all in yo' city, yo' name ain't ringin' a bell
All this motion on my cell, you would think I got it for sale (cash)
It was Friday, I met him up by the Shell
He took me to the bank 'cause he send me too much for Zelle (cash)
Keep his secrets, he know that I never tell
It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's comin' in through the mail
I'm a lane switcher, shapeshifter
Gold grill, plain liquor, so I can heal the pain quicker
Eight figure, jet set way quicker
Made nigga if I'ma go to Dade with ya (Glock)
I rep that nickel (baow), all these bitches on my pickle (yeah)
Shoot first, no dribble (bah), these niggas always talk in pillows (yeah)
Choppa sing like SZA (fah), like Giannis, I'm about my bizzucks
Yeah, they know what's up (what's up), Glizock never gave a fizzuck (ay, fuck)
All a nigga know is go and get this damn bread (phew-phew-phew, yeah)
Don't go against the grain, they takin' off your damn head (bah-bah-bah-bah, yeah)
I'm runnin' up this dough, I almost broke my damn leg (phew-phew-phew, yeah)
Ay, these niggas out here broke, shit, they damn near dead (yeah)
Damn, lil' mama bad as fuck, but that bitch an eater
Diamonds on me fight, neck and wrist, Ike and Tina (yeah)
Orange Richard Mille on me dancin' just like BIA (phew-phew, yeah)
Goin' against Glizock, nigga, I wouldn't wanna be ya (fah-fah, the fuck)
I'm a lane switcher, shapeshifter
Gold grill, plain liquor, so I can heal the pain quicker
Eight figure, jet set way quicker
Made nigga if I'ma go to Dade with ya (uh-huh)