Letras GMFB - Key Glock

GMFB

You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches\nNiggas already know the business\nFuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain’t fucking\nwith me (Yeah)\nYeah, big watches, big rains, big chains, nigga, I ain’t ever tucking shit\n(Uh-uh)\nYeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell em' all that they can suck a dick\nYeah, presi wrist, presi ten, big sticks, bitch, I move like the President\nMy opps shit, mafia shit, free Rock, twelve still ain’t stopping shit (I heard\nthese niggas dropping dimes)\nI’ma drop some shells around this bitch\nYeah, nigga been popping my shit, been popping my collar since I was six\nYeah nigga, since I was a jit, I been legit, yeah, I kept a stick\nAiming at you and I bet I won’t miss, I aim it at him and I bet that I hit\nStraight out the mud but I don’t fuck with pigs\nI got some top in the back of the Benz\nMomma’s only son don’t call me a twin\nNigga, I put that shit on the fam\nMy cuzzo be serving the been' he say he going in until they come and get him\n(Yeah)\nI told him don’t worry just get it done and if you gonna done it don’t do it\nfor fun\nYeah, if you gonna do it, don’t do it for none\nBeat the block up like a motherfucking drum\nNigga try to take some, cut off his arm (Yeah, yeah)\nI’m a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich ass young nigga (Yeah)\nPack flippa, big dripper, big pistol, lil nigga keep it with em'\nSneak dissing got me tickled, what’s the issue? Shine your head for a nigga\nFuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system\nAyy\nYou know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches\nNiggas already know the business\nFuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang\nNiggas know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah)\nYeah, big watches, big rains, big chains\nNigga I ain’t ever tucking shit (Uh-uh)\nYeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell em' all that they can suck a dick\nYeah, tell 'em, «Suck a dick», middle fingers up, they ain’t talking 'bout shit\nIt’s «M.O.B.», yeah, money over bitches, I’ma be this way 'till I’m eighty-six\n(Yeah)\nMatter of fact 'till I’m ninety-nine, or you could just say until I die\nTen-toes down, I ain’t got shit to hide, I’m cutthroat for real can’t trust my\nsmile (Yeah)\nLambo truck with butterfly doors, they like, «This young nigga wilding» (Woo)\nI hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot\nYeah, diamonds on me fighting like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot\nCartier shades like Sonic, and my chopper sing like Alvin the Chipmunk\nI been sipping lean and smoking big blunts\nTrap nigga fucking with the big coin\nNiggas rappin' capping like they did sum'\nStop lying, nigga you ain’t did nun'\nI just crush a lot, pockets big gun\nI been going dumb, still going dumb\nAnd I put that on my grandma’s son, nigga\nYou know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches\nNiggas already know the business (Yeah)\nFuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang\nNiggas know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah)\nYeah, big watches, big rains, big chains\nNigga I ain’t ever tucking shit (Yeah)\nYeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell 'em all that they can suck a dick\n(Bitch)