*** Around & Find Out Lyrics Key Glock
Steve Zidane
Bro, he got the ***’ sauce, boy
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, ayy
I just put this lil’ bad *** in time-out (Whew)
I press a button, send them killers (Ah, ah, ah), to ya hideout (Ayy)
I ain’t just rappin’, you gon’ *** around and find out
Catch a *** lackin’ with his *** tryna dine out (What?)
Yeah, my shirt wrinkled (Ah, ah, ah), but I still brought that iron out
Beefin’ with the kid, I guarantee you’s gettin’ slimed out
Seventeen, makin’ plays, yep, at the Hyatt House (Woah)
Runnin’ through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah
Bronem got drums, choppers singin’ like the Beatles, yeah (Whew)
I’m all about my green like a Philadelphia Eagle (Yeah)
Caught this *** lackin’, he was sweatin’ like a preacher (Ah)
This *** call me ***, just don’t know that I’m the reaper (Yeah, ah)
I’m married to Monifah, I sip codeine by the liter (Yeah)
It’s cutthroat la familia, ask about it, I’m the leader (Yeah)
These niggas act like divas, I just stay up in my lane (Ayy)
I made my first two hunnid racks and went to Johnny Dang (Yeah)
My watch cost a lot even though that *** plain (Woo, ayy)
These niggas talk a lot and they still won’t do a thing (***)
Ayy, I just left the lot (Skrr), yup, in the brand new thing (Skrr)
I can’t stop hustlin’, baby, this a money train (Let’s go)
Don’t go against the grain (Grain), that’s playin’ with your life (Yeah)
They call me Mr. Glock, introduce yo’ ass to Christ (Yeah)
They say you can’t afford it if you can’t buy it twice (Yeah)
So I went and bought a double-R, aight? (Ayy)
You know I be poppin’ my ***, ayy (Whew)
You know I ain’t worried ’bout no ***, ayy (Yeah)
You know I’m too busy gettin’ rich, ayy (Yeah)
You know I still keep that blick (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I just put this lil’ bad *** in time-out (Whew)
I press a button, send them killers to ya hideout, ayy (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain’t just rappin’, you gon’ *** around and find out
Catch a *** lackin’ with his *** tryna dine out (What?)
Yeah, my shirt wrinkled (Ah, ah, ah), but I still brought that iron out
Beefin’ with the kid, I guarantee you’s gettin’ slimed out
Seventeen, makin’ plays, yep, at the Hyatt House (Woah)
Runnin’ through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah
Runnin’ through these hoes like I’m playin’ for the Bengals (Yeah)
The *** look like a angel, but at night turn to a demon (Uh)
My hood *** got a trick, he look just like William Regal (Yeah)
My lil’ bro pullin’ stunts, shootin’ *** like Steven Seagal (Baow, baow, baow)
Yeah, I smoke a *** like a cigar (Baow, baow)
Shoot first, can’t like a *** get one off on me
Yeah, and I put that on me (Ayy)
Put a *** on a plate, (Ah, ah, ah), eat lunch meat (Yeah)
I just put this lil’ bad *** in time-out (Whew)
I press a button, send them killers to ya hideout, ayy (Ah, ah, ah)
I ain’t just rappin’, you gon’ *** around and find out
Catch a *** lackin’ with his *** tryna dine out (What?)
*** gonna find out
Haha
Baow, baow, baow, baow
Glizzock
Yeah