Key Glock - Something Bout Me Lyrics

Yeah
Yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Ayy

Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep

Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC (grrah)
Yeah, big chains soundin' like bells on me
Just told this ho she ain't worth fifty cent
Bitch, you know I'm a P-I-M-P
If I see this shit, I want it, I get it, nigga
I ain't got time for no lease (yeah)
Snub-nose revolver in my pocket, I shoot like Scottie Pippen (yeah)
Bitch, I'm ballin', big, big business
Got my own whips, I ain't doin' no rentin'
I cut the bitch off, I ain't doin' no trickin'
Ho, tie your shoes, lil' bitch, you trippin'
Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it, show you how to flip it
Don't get me wrong, I can show you how to get it
Show you how to stack it (ayy), show you how to flip it
Talkin' 'bout money, then you know I'm listenin'
Money keep callin' like, "Glock, come get me"
Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
Shit, should've bought a Continental Bentley (let's go)
Just left Wafi and I spent two-fifty
Shit, should've bought a Continental Bentley
Ayy, I love my gang and fuck who against it
I just dropped a hundred on the Cutthroat pendants
Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
I'm a self made nigga, never had an OG (uh-uh)
You can ask my grandma, ask my cousin
You can ask my teacher, you can ask the streets (yeah)
I just be in the cut, so don't get cut
You know I'm cut, that cutter on me
I just be in the cut, so don't get cut
You know I'm cut, that cutter on me

Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep (skrrt)

Yeah, real drank sipper, I don't fight my sleep (uh-uh)
Yeah, real hustler, sell shells on the beach (uh)
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., baby, and these other niggas sheep
Yeah, shootin' like Kyrie if a nigga reach (bah-bah)
Yeah, I'm the G.O.A.T., niggas rats, I can hear 'em squeakin' (yeah)
Ayy, let me borrow your bitch for the weekend (ayy)
Jumped out the back of the Maybach geekin'
Spilled some drank on my Amiris tweakin'
Damn, I love my cup like Weezy
Ball so hard, this shit here easy (swish)
New car, new watch for no reason
Shorty suck it like she teethin'
Forty have a nigga leakin'
Money talk, you niggas speechless
Money talkin', Big Glock speakin' (ayy, ayy)
Money talkin', Big Glock speakin' (ayy)

Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep (ayy, yeah)

Let me tell you niggas lil' somethin' 'bout me
Yeah, I got nine cars, they don't need no key (uh-uh)
Glock on my side, I be ridin' through the streets
I be gettin' to the money, I got need for speed
Yeah, I don't fuck with pigs, but I still eat beef
Young niggas masked up like we from the Middle East
Yeah, young niggas with it
Yeah, young niggas spinnin' your block
They don't even know how to creep