GMFB Lyrics – Key Glock
Buh, buh, fah, fah
G-lock
Fah, fah, fah, fah
(Hurricane made this one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fah, fah, fah, fah
Ayy
You know I get money, *** ***, duck snitches, niggas already know the business
*** a ***, *** his brother, *** his gang, niggas know they ain’t *** with me (Yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, ***, I ain’t ever tucking *** (Uh-uh)
Yeah, *** the opps, *** the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a ***
Yeah, presi’ wrist, presi’ tint, big sticks, ***, I move like the president
Mob ***, mafia ***, free akh, 12 still ain’t stopping *** (Free Ralo)
I heard these niggas dropping dimes, I’ma drop some shells around this ***
Yeah, *** been popping my ***, been popping my collar since I was six
Yeah, ***, since I was a jit, I been legit, yeah, I kept a stick
Aimin’ at you and I bet I won’t miss, I aim it at him and I bet that I hit
Straight out the mud, but I don’t *** with pigs
I got some top in the back of the Benz
Mama’s only son, don’t call me your twin
***, I put that *** on the fam
Yeah, my cuzzo be serving that bean, he say he goin’ in until they come get him (Yeah)
I told him, “Don’t worry, just get it done, and if you gon’ done it, don’t do it for fun”
Yeah, if you gon’ do it, don’t do it for nothin’
Beat the block up like a motherfuckin’ drum
*** try to take somethin’, cut off his arm (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I’m a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-ass, young *** (Yeah)
Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol, lil’ *** keep it with him (Yeah)
Sneak dissing got me tickled, what’s the issue? Shine your head for a nickel (Fah)
*** these niggas, *** these ***, *** the fame, yeah, and *** the system
You know I get money, *** ***, duck snitches, niggas already know the business
*** a ***, *** his brother, *** his gang, niggas know they ain’t *** with me (Yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, ***, I ain’t ever tucking *** (Uh-uh)
Yeah, *** the opps, *** the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a ***
Yeah, tell ’em, “Suck a ***,” middle fingers up, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout ***
And it’s M.O.B., yeah, money over ***, I’ma be this way ’til I’m eighty-six
Yeah, matter of fact, ’til I’m ninety-nine, or you can just say until I die
Ten toes down, I ain’t got *** to hide, I’m cutthroat for real, can’t trust my smile
Yeah, Lambo’ truck with butterfly doors, they like, “This young *** wilding” (Woo)
I hop in that *** and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot (Phew)
Yeah, diamonds on me fightin’ like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot
Uh, Cartier shades like Simon and my chopper sing like Alvin the Chipmunks
I been sipping lean and smoking big blunts
Trap *** *** with the Bitcoin
Niggas rappin’ cappin’ like they did somethin’
Stop lying, ***, you ain’t did nothin’
I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun
I been going dumb, still going dumb
And I put that on my grandma’s son, ***
You know I get money, *** ***, duck snitches, niggas already know the business (Yeah)
*** a ***, *** his brother, *** his gang, niggas know they ain’t *** with me (Yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, ***, I ain’t ever tucking *** (***)
Yeah, *** the opps, *** the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a *** (***)