Lyrics Spike Lee – Key Glock
Ayy, Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures sittin’ on a n**ga white tee
Screamin’, MOB, these h*es don’t excite me
I been playin’ with them M’s since nineteen
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
She like, Boy, you geeked up, b**ch, I might be
Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much s**t, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me
Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures worth of diamonds sittin’ on my white tee
Screamin’, MOB, these h*es don’t excite me
Young n**ga playin’ with them M’s since nineteen
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
Nine millimeter, let it squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much s**t, that’s why they don’t like me
I pop too much s**t, that’s why they don’t like me
Yeah, I’m tryna roll up an opp and put him in the air
Yeah, if she ain’t right, then the b**ch gettin’ left
My n**ga got caught with some bales, made his bail
Look at my left wrist, this b**ch cold as hell
Yeah, I mean cold as ice
One in the head, you better think twice
N**gas be switchin’, I can’t leave my pipe
These n**gas be switchin’, I can’t leave without it
These n**gas some b**ches, these n**gas be sour
I’ma go get it, I gotta go get it, on my road to riches
These n**gas some clowns
The Glock came with switches, the Maybach got switches
The way this b**ch bouncin’ up and off the ground
I’ma kill a f**k n**ga whenever I see him
Just tell mama ‘nem hold it down
Since I was six, I was man of the house
Ten years later, playing ’round with a pound
Ayy, I didn’t play then and I don’t play now
Can’t name one n**ga touched me
In a two-seater with a whole hundred rounds
Cap, you ain’t never ever seen a hundred pounds
Yeah, I used to serve my uncle grams
Auntie talking ’bout, Do the right thing
Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures sittin’ on a n**ga white tee
Screamin’, MOB, these h*es don’t excite me
I been playin’ with them M’s since nineteen
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
She like, Boy, you geeked up, b**ch, I might be
Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much s**t, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me
Ayy, two twin Glocks on me like I’m a Pisces
Gucci with the J’s, ayy, you know I’m not a hypebeast
N**gas ain’t really on s**t, just typing
Dog-ass n**ga, I be runnin’ with some hyenas
Ayy, n**gas ain’t really on s**t, just typin’
Dog-ass n**ga, I be hangin’ with some hyenas
I made it off the block, then made a couple million
Then got me a spot out there by the white people
Just f**ked around, spilled some Wock’ on my wife beater
Left wrist like Ike, right wrist like Tina
Talk to therapists, I like money, I don’t like people
Ridin’ in the AMG Benz, I don’t like beamer
Skeleton AP, b**ch, I’m the reaper
Stay fresh to death, yeah, this young n**ga lethal
I got that bag, yeah, that bag, I’ma keep it
And I got it on me, this s**t not a secret
Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures sittin’ on a n**ga white tee
Screamin’, MOB, these h*es don’t excite me
I been playin’ with them M’s since nineteen
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
She like, Boy, you geeked up, b**ch, I might be
Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much s**t, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me
Chrome Heart frames on my face like Spike Lee
Six figures sittin’ on a n**ga white tee
Screamin’, MOB, these h*es don’t excite me
I been playin’ with them M’s since nineteen
Racks too big, so I barely wear tight jeans
She like, Boy, you geeked up, b**ch, I might be
Nine millimeter and I squeeze it like a Hi-C
Talk too much s**t, yeah, that’s why they don’t like me…
➤ Written by Key Glock, Blazerfxme & AIMONMYNECK
Produced by Blazerfxme & AIMONMYNECK
Key Glock | 2023
