Key Glock's track radiates confidence and unapologetic swagger. He proudly declares his success, emphasizing the wealth he's accumulated ("Racks on racks on racks") and his luxurious lifestyle ("Got baguettes in my Richard Mille"). The lyrics convey a sense of self-assurance as he distinguishes himself from other rappers, asserting his unique hustle and authenticity. Key Glock also touches on loyalty and readiness to protect his status, hinting at the dangers that come with his position. Ultimately, it's a bold anthem about thriving despite challenges and staying true to oneself while enjoying the fruits of hard-earned labor.
Fuck All Dat
Lyrics
Let the band play
I dunno (huh?)
Okay, fuck all that (fuck that shit)
Yuh, bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, bitch, I'm that rich
Yuh, I just cracked another seal, bitch, I'm that sick
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga
Yuh, yuh, ayy, I'm nothin' like these rap niggas (nah)
Nah, I mean I'm nothing like these rap niggas
And that's a fact, nigga, yeah, I'm that nigga (Key Glock)
Can't get no dap nigga, but you can get clapped, nigga (fire)
Yeah, my niggas gon' ride or die (pew)
I brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on ninety-nine (huh)
I bet I gun 'em down (yeah), bitch, we slangin' iron, uh (slangin')
Yeah, we slangin' iron, just like it's the wild wild west
Yes (yes), yes, bitch, yes, uh, this right here
Like a quarter on my chest, yuh, why I do that?
'Cause I'ma make that shit right back, duh (duh, duh)
Duh (stupid), I'ma make that shit right back (on God, bitch)
Fuck all that (fuck that shit)
Yuh, bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Yuh, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons
Yuh (yeah), bitch, that's another backend, uh (that's another backend)
Yuh, a big backend (big backend)
I just pulled up on your bitch, I broke her back in (nigga)
Yeah, you shoulda seen how I made her back bend (yuh, nigga)
And, yeah, I see why you love her, that bitch nasty (huh)
The type of bitch to put a front on like she classy (bitch)
Yeah, she belongs to the streets, that bitch trashy (trashy, trashy)
Yuh, niggas sneak dissin', tell 'em at me
Yuh, I'm the same young nigga from them backstreets (on God)
Ridin' 'round with them thangs on the back seat (on God)
Ain't shit changed, mane, huh, I still pack heat (ain't shit changed, mane)
But, uh, fuck all that (fuck all that shit)
Yuh, bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yuh, uh
Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yuh, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch
Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, bitch, I'm that rich
Yuh, I just cracked another seal, bitch, I'm that sick
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga
Yuh, I been hustlin' for real, now I'm that nigga
Yuh (yuh, yuh)
Big Glock
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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