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Hear my name, hear it again. Major on the special. G-Lock. Yeah. Ayy. Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee. Six figures sitting on a nigga white tee. Screaming M-O-B, these hoes don't excite me. I've been playing with them M's since nineteen. Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans. She like, "Boy, you geeked up." Bitch, I might Be. Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C. Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they Don't like me. Chrome Heart frames on my face Like Spike Lee. Six figure worth of diamonds sitting On my white tee. Screaming M-O-B, these hoes don't Excite me. Young nigga playing with them M's since Nineteen. Racks too big, so I barely wear tight Jeans. Nine millimeter let it squeeze like a Hi-C. Talk too much shit, that's why they don't like Me. I pop too much shit, that's why they Don't like me. Yeah. I'm tryna roll up an opp and put him In a L. If she ain't right, then the Bitch getting left. My nigga got caught with some Bail, made his bail. Look at my left wrist, This bitch cold as hell. Yeah, I mean cold As ice. One in the head, you better think Twice. Niggas be switching, I can't leave my pipe. These niggas be switching, I can't be without it. These niggas some bitches, these niggas be sour. I'ma go get it, I gotta go get it. On my road to riches, these niggas some clowns. The Glock come with switches, the Maybach got Switches. The way this bitch bouncing up and off The ground. I'ma kill a fuck nigga whenever I See him. Just tell mama 'nem hold it down. Since I was six, I was man of the House. Ten years later, playing round with a pound. Ayy, I didn't play then and I don't play Now. Can't name one nigga touch me. In a two-seater with a whole hundred rounds. Cap, you ain't never ever seen a hundred pounds. Yeah, I used to serve my uncle grams. Auntie talkin' 'bout, "Do the right thing." Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee. Six figures sitting on a nigga white tee. Screaming M-O-B, these hoes don't excite me. I've been playing with them M's since nineteen. Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans. She like, "Boy, you geeked up." Bitch, I might Be. Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C. Talk too much shit, yeah, that's why they Don't like me. Ayy, two twin Glocks on me Like I'm a Pisces. Gucci with the J's, ayy, You know I'm not a hypebeast. Niggas ain't really On shit, just typing. Dog-ass nigga, I be running with some hyenas. Niggas ain't really on shit, just typing. Dog-ass nigga, I be hanging with some hyenas. I made it off the block, then made a Couple million. Then got me a spot out there By the white people. Just fucked around, spent some Wock' on my wifey. Left wrist like Ike, right Wrist like Tina. Talk therapist, I like money, I Don't like people. Riding in the AMG Benz, I Don't like Bimmer. Skeleton AP, bitch, I'm the Reaper. Stay fresh to death, yeah, this young nigga Lethal. I got that bag, yeah, that bag, I'ma Keep it. And I got it on me, this Shit not a secret. Chrome Heart frames on my Face like Spike Lee. Six figures sitting on a Nigga white tee. Screaming M-O-B, these hoes don't Excite me. I've been playing with them M's since Nineteen. Racks too big, so I barely wear tight Jeans. She like, "Boy, you geeked up." Bitch, I might be. Nine millimeter and I squeeze It like a Hi-C. Talk too much shit, yeah, That's why they don't like me. Chrome Heart frames On my face like Spike Lee. Six figures sitting on a nigga white tee. Screaming M-O-B, these hoes don't excite me. I've been playing with them M's since nineteen. Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans. She like, "Boy, you geeked up." Bitch, I might be. Nine millimeter and I squeeze It like a Hi-C. Talk too much shit, yeah, That's why they don't
Key Glock — Spike Lee
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