3AM in ToKEYo Lyrics – Key Glock
Yeah, I came in this world by myself
Self-made ***, never asked no one for help
My lil’ bro tryna cook up, think he should be a chef
The day a *** play with Glock, he gettin’ put on a shelf
Yeah, get put in a box
Wrap him like a Christmas present
Franklins, Grants, and Jacksons, I’m forever gon’ get it
I just did this show, had *** showin’ me they melons
Pissy yellow diamonds on my wrist, no R. Kelly
My exes still jealous ’cause they cannot be with me
You seen what happened to dude, don’t think you should play with me
Diamonds dance like Terry Crews, give these *** somethin’ to see
Pulled a pocket full of blues and a thirty one deep
Young rich ***, I’ll *** your auntie
Dog ass ***, who let this *** off the leash?
Cappin’ ass ***, all that lyin’ on them beats
Escalade V, you can hear me comin’ up the street
Hop out smellin’ like a P, you know that *** reek
I’m a Kansas City fan, yeah, you know who I be chiefin’
My diamonds got her in a trance, next thing I know, she leakin’
She tryna take it out my pants, damn, she suck it like she teethin’
You know I keep one in the head, I aim it at your beanie
Her daddy is a preacher, just don’t know his daughter a demon
All this money in my pockets got me walkin’ like a penguin
She wanna *** my partner, me and Glizzock double teamin’
Gave lil’ momma *** *** once, now she fiendin’
I’m so up, get bored and buy a watch for no reason
Cutthroat ***, if I ain’t plottin’ then I’m schemin’
Get money, ***, yeah, my closet look like Nieman
I came in this world by myself
Self-made ***, never asked no one for help
My lil’ bro tryna cook up, think he should be a chef
The day a *** play with Glock, he gettin’ put on a shelf
Yeah, get put in a box (***)