Fuck All Dat Key Glock

[Intro]
Let the band play
I dunno (Huh?)

[Chorus]
Okay, fuck all this (Fuck that shit)
Lil' bitch, uh, I been gettin' cash (Gettin' cash, nigga), bitch, yo, uh
Racks on racks on racks (I'm talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat bitch

[Post-Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
Yuh, yuh, ayy, I'm nothin' like these rat 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 an 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)