More songs by Key Glock
Description
Glockaveli: All Eyez On Key
Mixing Engineer, Atmos Mixing Engineer: Ari Morris
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Cole Wainwright
Composer: Ben Poret
Composer, Producer: Josh Taylor
Producer: Oh Ross
Producer: Dover
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Cole Wainwright
Composer: Ben Poret
Composer: Josh Taylor
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah,
I got dollar signs all on my mind. You gon' do what? Lil' nigga, stop lyin'.
These niggas be hoes deep down inside. Aye, I cross the T's and I dot the I's.
I put this shit on, I be super fly. Yeah, workin' every day, no suit and tie.
Ridin' with a baby chopper, no goo-goo ga ga. We goin' hard.
Ask the doctor, been like this from the start. Came out my mama goin' against the odds.
East M-O-B, I don't care about broads. Lil' bro gon' do it, night or broad.
Pockets obese, fell in love with the cash. Clipped up, don't give a fuck what you say.
Aye, red shirt gang, niggas know I don't play.
Get knocked off the map if you get outta place. I got some money and love to make.
Niggas talk shit, but they can't bust a grape. These niggas hatin', it's all in they face.
Got a bad ass bitch with a small ass waist. I'll call you back, I'm gettin' money, lil' baby.
Arts and crafts, cuttin' up with this paper. Pink and yellow diamonds like now and laters.
Shit look like candy, niggas can't stand me. Mr. Glock, I'm the bad bitch bandit.
Can't trust a hoe, hell no, won't chance it. I live a P lifestyle with a passion.
All I gotta do is say the word, he ashes. Yeah, dust to dust.
You stole your bitch, get off my nuts. Shout out Geezy Zay, they nothin' like us.
Yeah, close up chick, disgustin'. Fry you like a ten piece, nigga, don't tempt me.
I don't love these hoes, just lust. How you gon' trick me? Bitch, I'm a big P.
Back in the day, used to ride on a ten speed. Nowadays, I can't keep up with my car keys.
AR pistol might get in the car seat. I'd probably lie if I told her I'm sorry. Standin' on business,
I get back. These bitches keep naggin', come get your bitch back.
Different color diamonds, they mix and match. These niggas dispatch, these niggas 12 on the low.
Aye, I rep that 5, you already know. Aye, bro said get it, I'ma get it for sure.
Aye, bro said get it, I'ma get it for sure. Oh, let's go.
Yeah, I got dollar signs all on my mind. You gon' do what? Lil' nigga, stop lyin'.
These niggas be hoes deep down inside. Aye, I cross the T's and I dot the I's. I put this shit on,
I be super fly. Yeah, workin' every day, no suit and tie.
Ridin' with a baby chopper, no goo-goo ga ga. We goin' hard.
Ask the doctor, been like this from the start. Came out my mama goin' against the odds.
East M-O-B, I don't care about broads. Lil' bro gon' do it, night or broad.
Pockets obese, fell in love with the cash. Clipped up, don't give a fuck what you say.
Aye, red shirt gang, niggas know I don't play.
Yeah.