Dirt Lyrics – Key Glock
I’m that ***
Ceeo, turn that beat up
Oh, Glizock
Paper Route 5L, ***
Yeah, cut the la familia, ***
It’s a family, not a gang
It’s not a gang
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (***)
Drank in my cup, no Kirt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’m unchanged
Ayy, *** this fame, and *** these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These *** be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this *** from Dolph (Dolph)
It ain’t no shame up in my gang, I’m tryna get it off (Off)
This street *** is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Soft)
I just stay out the way (The way), and collect my bread (My bread)
If you get in my way (My way), you get in one in the head (The-)
Goyard full of blues (Blues), sippin’ on, sippin’ on red (Red)
Like Worm, I’m ’bout my money (My money), I smoke your ass, like Craig (Yeah)
I’m a player, I can show you how to play it (Yeah)
Yeah, steppin’ on niggas, no pledge (Uh)
Go to sleep with a chop’ by the bed (Bah)
All this ice on me, I need a sled (Yeah)
(All this ice on me, I need a sled, uh)
Think my Bart chain need a *** (***)
Get that money and stack it, you dig? (You dig?)
Nobody like bein’ broke (Nope)
This street *** ain’t no joke (No joke), everybody wanna be rich (Rich)
You gotta get off your ass (Your ass), and get up on your *** (Your ***)
My Moncler in a jet (Jet), my Maybach is a ship (Ship)
My pockets keep gettin’ fat (And fatter), it come from all these chips (Chips)
*** (***, ***, ***, ***)
Run through it like him (Yeah)
Himmy Boys, Himmy Neutron
Him Dunkies, South Memphis, France
Himothy (Yeah)
Uh
Uh, sick of niggas tryna throw dirt on my name (***)
Drank in my cup, no Kurt Cobain
Yeah, Glock be the name, and you know I’m gon’ bang (Fah)
I made me some millions, they think I’m unchanged
Ayy, *** this fame and *** these chains
Made packs disappear, like David Blaine
These *** be all on my dang-a-lang
I just bought a new blue pinky ring, my heart cold, it’s icebox
Number one rule, get that money, man, I got this *** from Dolph (Yeah)
It ain’t no shame up in my gang, I’m tryna get it off (Off)
This street *** is just not the same, most of these niggas soft (Soft)
(Yeah)