Key Glock - GMFB Lyrics

Fah, fah, fah, fah
G-lock
Fah, fah, fah, fah
(Hurricane made this one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bah, bah, bah, bah
Ayy

You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches
Niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang
Niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains
Nigga, I ain't ever tuckin' shit (uh-uh)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick

Yeah, Presi' wrist, Presi' ten, big sticks
Bitch, I move like the President (uh)
My opps shit, mafia shit, free ahk
Twelve still ain't stoppin' shit (free Ralo)
(I heard these niggas droppin' dimes)
I'ma drop some shells around this bitch
Yeah, nigga been poppin' my shit
Been poppin' my collar since I was six
Yeah nigga, 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 (yup, yup)
Straight out the mud but I don't fuck with pigs (uh-uh)
I got some top in the back of the Benz (uh-uh)
Mama's only son don't call me your twin (uh-uh)
Nigga, I put that shit on the FN (the fye)
Yeah, my cuzzo be servin' that bean
He say he goin' in until they come get him (yeah)
I told him don't worry just get it done (yeah)
And if you gonna done it don't do it for fun
Yeah, if you gon' do it, don't do it for none
Beat the block up like a motherfuckin' drum
Nigga try to take some, cut off his arm (yeah, yeah)
I'm a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-ass young nigga (yeah)
Pack flippa, big dripper, big pistol, lil' nigga keep it with em' (yeah)
Sneak dissin' got me tickled, what's the issue?
Shine your head for a nigga
Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches
Fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system

You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches
Niggas already know the business
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang
Niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains
Nigga I ain't ever tuckin' shit (uh-uh)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick

Yeah, tell 'em, "Suck a dick"
Middle fingers up, they ain't talkin' 'bout shit
And it's M.O.B., yeah, money over bitches
I'ma be this way 'til I'm eighty-six (yeah)
Matter of fact 'til I'm ninety-nine
Or you could just say until I die
Ten-toes down, I ain't got shit to hide
I'm Cutthroat for real can't trust my smile (yeah)
Lambo truck with butterfly doors
They like, "This young nigga wildin'" (woo)
I hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot
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 Chipmunk
I been sippin' lean and smokin' big blunts
Trap nigga fuckin' with the bitcoin
Niggas rappin' cappin' like they did sum'
Stop lyin', nigga, you ain't did none
I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun
I been goin' dumb, still goin' dumb
And I put that on my grandma's son, nigga

You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches
Niggas already know the business (yeah)
Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang
Niggas know they ain't fuckin' with me (yeah)
Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains
Nigga I ain't ever tuckin' shit (yeah)
Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Tell 'em all that they can suck a dick (bitch)