More songs by Key Glock
Description
Glockaveli: The Don
Mixing Engineer: Ari Morris
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Logan Schmitz
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Dwan Avery
Composer: Danil Klimov
Composer: Jeff Lacroix
Producer: DY Krazy
Producer: Juvy Catcher
Producer: Tre Pounds
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Dwan Avery
Composer: Danil Klimov
Composer: Jeff Lacroix
Lyrics and translation
Original
G-Lock.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Ayy. They say all dogs go to heaven. I hope she get the message.
My chain dance, Elvis Presley. Reach for it, she get hectic.
She say Glizock the bestest. I'm speaking country grammar.
Walk around the house tongue full of pajamas. And I can't leave the house without my hammer.
I done hit half of the hoes in Atlanta. You know this P shit come from Memphis.
Sipping on mud, shit darker than whiskey. Ayy, these niggas scrubs, these niggas frisky.
You want a ten-piece, cuz, serve chicken. Money on my mind, so I gotta go get it.
Half a million dollars for a car, no ceiling. If that shit about money, then you know I'm with it.
These hoes will do any damn thing for a penny.
And some of these niggas be worse than women. Can't trust no bitch that'll fuck up my image.
She rich and thick, I'll probably hit it. All these pinks and greens, I feel like Tennis.
And all these blues like I went to Duke. I'm Mr. Glock, hit your ass with a nuke. Go against
Glock, I'd hate to be you, nigga. I been getting my loot, loot.
Just bought a watch 'cause coupe, nigga. Don't fuck with no niggas.
That ain't the type of shit that I do, nigga. I don't recruit niggas. This FN be my bestie.
Ran it up, tell 'em, "Catch me. " They say all dogs go to heaven. I hope she get the message.
My chain dance, Elvis Presley. Reach for it, she get hectic.
She say Glizock the bestest. I'm speaking country grammar.
Walk around the house tongue full of pajamas. And I can't leave the house without my hammer.
I done hit half of the hoes in Atlanta. You know this P shit come from Memphis.
Sipping on mud, shit darker than whiskey. Ayy, these niggas scrubs, these niggas frisky.
You want a ten-piece, cuz, serve chicken. Money on my mind, so I gotta go get it.
Half a million dollars for a car, no ceiling. If that shit about money, then you know I'm with it.
Yeah.