712AM Lyrics – Key Glock
(8…)
(Wheezy outta here)
Sitting in the back of the Benz sipping drizzank
I been going crazy running in and out the bizzank
If it wasn’t for Google, mane, that *** wouldn’t know my real name
Drop the Lamb truck on my watch you can go ask [?]
Let the doors swing on the Lambo, yeah, this a rich thing
Having too much money, my accountant start complaining
I drink all this mud, no, I can’t help it, it’s my boo thing
Oh, this *** said he gon’ do what? Well, I’m like, “Okay”
(Haha, what’s up ***?)
Money so long I been gettin’ it on, yeah, ***, I been going dumb
I been going dumb, still going dumb, I been running this *** up (Yeah)
Big Goyard bag full of cash, now this *** wanna come ***
Straight out south Memphis, ain’t *** changed, I still might hit me a lick (Yeah)
I bought that T-Rex with my tour money, barely drive that ***
Wockhardt by the PT, they hate me when I drink that ***
I know you see these diamonds hitting behind this president tint
Every time I pull up they be like, “Who the *** is him?”
I been getting richer and richer like every year
Stuck in the streets, stuck in my ways, yeah, it’s no way out (Uh)
Sleep with a big K by the bed and got one by the couch
I’m all in Europe, now I’m touring, that little *** like to flex
The McLaren doing the dash, I’m trying my best here not to wreck
I got Wocky, I got [?]
Got a Rolls Royce on my neck, this *** came from Elliot
Damn near gave that bro a mill’ just to ice out my chest
This ho lyin’ about a kid, I should’ve never touched that ***
I got hoes, some of ’em are married, I don’t even care, them *** loose
I got *** in my diamonds, that’s another reason they blue
I don’t even care what these niggas talkin’ about, none of that *** gon’ work
I got some real hitters, yeah, some real hitters, they gon’ put a *** on a shirt
You think a *** like me give a *** about fame? I got it out the dirt
I gotta take this *** up with God, ’cause I put God (Yeah) first
I got this motherfuckin’ new Hellcat, I ain’t drove it since it came out
Couple of bad ***, they tens, still can’t come up in my house (No)
Staked this *** up to the ceiling, Dolph had to me that himself
Niggas still hatin’ on me, I *** this *** last year
(Money so long I been gettin’ it on, yeah, ***, I been going dumb)
Money so long I been gettin’ it on, yeah, ***, I been going dumb
I been going dumb, still going dumb, I been running this *** up (Uh)
Big Goyard bag full of cash, now this *** wanna come ***
Straight out south Memphis, ain’t *** changed, I still might hit me a lick (Uh)
I bought that T-Rex with my tour money, barely drive that *** (Yeah)
Wockhardt by the PT, they hate me when I drink that *** (Wock)
I know you see these diamonds hitting behind this president tint
Sitting in the back of the Benz sipping drizzank
I been going crazy, you can catch me at the bizzank
I drink all this mud, no, I can’t help it, it’s my boo thing
Niggas said they gon’ do what to who? Well, I’m like, “Okay”
