Key Glock – Yea!! Lyrics

[Intro]
Glock
Big Glock (Yeah, yeah)
Glizzock (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tay Keith, f**k these niggas up

[Chorus]
I got this big ass diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
f**k her ’til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin’ like some grease, uh, you niggas ain’t touchin’ me, yeah
Ridin’ in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I’m ’bout it ’bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah
Yeah yeah (Yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Ain’t no limit to this shit, I got racks on, racks on me
Got this brand new whip, hell nah, my shit ain’t leased, yeah
Bad lil’ bitch give me face like ID’s
Then I beat, beat, beat, beat her up like Ali, yeah
Franklins, Grants, and Jacksons, I got blue, pink, and some green, yeah
I came from flippin’ packs, now I drop tracks and buy bling, yeah
Diamond rings, yeah, championship team, yeah
We all eatin’, yeah, money stuck in my teeth, yeah

[Chorus]
I got this big ass diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
f**k her ’til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin’ like some grease, uh, you niggas ain’t touchin’ me, yeah
Ridin’ in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I’m ’bout it ’bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah

[Verse 2]
Who? (Who?), Me (Me), bitch, I’m Master Key (Glock)
But I’m still a P, yeah, youngin’ off the leash, yeah
I’m a sight to see, uh, make your wife a freak, uh
Tryna pipe your niece, uh keep that pipe on me, fire
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Someone get her off of me, she suckin’ me just like a leech
Told her if she come with, me she cannot make a Snap or Tweet
Pull up, paint job bumblebee, you niggas is a wannabe
You know I got guns on me, don’t run up, you get done homie, fire
Now you’re dead, uh
You shouldn’t’ve did what you did, yeah (Fire)
Now you’re dead, uh
You shouldn’t’ve said what you said, yeah

[Chorus]
I got this big ass diamond ring, uh, big racks in my jeans, yeah
I feel like KD, uh, shooters on my team, I
f**k her ’til she scream, uh, make a movie scene, yeah
Poppin’ like some grease, uh, you niggas ain’t touchin’ me, yeah
Ridin’ in a machine, tinted windows, limousine, yeah
Came from overseas, push button, no key, yeah
South Memphis nigga, Miami Cuban links, yeah
Bitch I’m ’bout it ’bout it, you can call me Master Key, yeah

Key Glock – Cocky (Uncensored)

I walk up in the party, money bustin out my pockets
Rubber bands, these ain’t no wallet bitch
Yeah bitch, im so cocky
Chillin’ with some thotties
But these bitches look like barbies
I just threw a slumber party
All these hoes just give me noggin’
I just bought two choppers
2 K’s, Kendall Kylie
If you play then I’m poppin
Diamonds sparklin’ I’m so cocky

Yeah Yeah, Im so cocky (2x)
I’m so cocky, yeah bitch
Yeah Yeah, Im so cocky (2x)
I’m so cocky, yeah bitch

Im so cocky, bitch I’m poppin’
Water faucet on my wrist
Globetrotter, bitch we ballin, nothin’ but shottas we don’t miss
Drop the top then left the lot
Yeah, I just did that shit again
Got the top, dropped off yo thot
Yeah, I just did that shit again
Ouu knots on me, I ride with big chops on me
Ouu shots on me, I got all these shots on me
Ouu rocks on me, I got all these rocks on me
Ouu thots on me, Get yo hoe up off of me
I’m the talk of the town
Turn that smile into a frown
Play with Glock its goin down, but Young Joc is not around
Get stomped like I’m from A-town, but I’m South Memphis bound
We shoot dices, we shoot rounds
Shoot, Shoot, Yeah

Young Dolph – Baller Alert

[Intro]
Izze the producer
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ha ha
Honorary member

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

[Verse]
I heard you beefin’, ain’t nobody got shot yet?
Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects
A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet
Only nigga in the city 488 ‘Rari
I wen’t from sellin’ bales to sellin’ out shows, nigga
Who cut the lights on? Got all my ice on
Fuck a record deal, fuck a co-sign
I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye)
Made a quarter million sellin’ dope in North Memphis
Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis
Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis
But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real)
But I swear my California bitch was the littest
I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly
She said she just wanna fuck and go to Wet Willies
I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter)
I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)
They don’t want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn)
I spent in the mall every time that I visit
I’m on tour ‘cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me
Them niggas rappin’ them fake gangsta stories in the way
I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
They can teach you how to hate, I’mma show you how to get paid
I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate
Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah)
Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo)
God keep blessin’ me, so everyday I meditate (thank you)
Them bitches, I don’t trust ’em, tell a hater I say "fuck ’em"
Aye, aye, I be fresh as fuck when you see me donnin’
Tell the truth fuck nigga, you wanna be me donnin’
Doin’ donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)
Aye, be quiet, you can’t hear ’em, smokin’ loud
This lil’ bad bitch with me poppin’ perkies
I say "What that is?", she say "That’s a thirty"
I woke up this mornin’ in a penthouse
Turnin’ down bad bitches, I’m the shit now
I’m geeked up, Facebook
Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos
At the stash house stackin’ money like it’s Legos
Smokin’ big blunts, rubber bandin’ pesos
She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn)
She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back)

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

Young Dolph – Baller Alert (Gelato Album)

[Intro]
Izze the producer
Oh yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ha ha
Honorary member

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)

[Verse]
I heard you beefin’, ain’t nobody got shot yet?
Four hundred thousand dollar coupe parked in the projects
A half a million dollar wardrobe in the closet
Only nigga in the city 488 ‘Rari
I wen’t from sellin’ bales to sellin’ out shows, nigga
Who cut the lights on? Got all my ice on
Fuck a record deal, fuck a co-sign
I signed to the plug, nigga, back in oh-five (aye)
Made a quarter million sellin’ dope in North Memphis
Made a whole ticket, nigga, just in South Memphis
Remember all the bad bitches stay in East Memphis
But I think my black haven bitch was the thickest (for real)
But I swear my California bitch was the littest
I just flew a bad bitch in from Philly
She said she just wanna fuck and go to Wet Willies
I just had a smoke session in the back of the Bentley (hey, give me a lighter)
I might send twenty to your doorstep for Christmas (Merry Christmas)
They don’t want us to ball, they want us in prison (damn)
I spent in the mall every time that I visit
I’m on tour ‘cross the country, bunch of skreet niggas with me
Them niggas rappin’ them fake gangsta stories in the way
I can show you how to get eighty pounds in one day
They can teach you how to hate, I’mma show you how to get paid
I put 20K dirty money in the collection plate
Aye, nine-hundred bands in my old-school Chevrolet (yeah)
Racks on top of racks, everyday I elevate (yeah)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (say what?)
Dodged a fed case, so everyday I celebrate (whoo)
God keep blessin’ me, so everyday I meditate (thank you)
Them bitches, I don’t trust ’em, tell a hater I say "fuck ’em"
Aye, aye, I be fresh as fuck when you see me donnin’
Tell the truth fuck nigga, you wanna be me donnin’
Doin’ donuts in a coupe that costs a house (skrr)
Aye, be quiet, you can’t hear ’em, smokin’ loud
This lil’ bad bitch with me poppin’ perkies
I say "What that is?", she say "That’s a thirty"
I woke up this mornin’ in a penthouse
Turnin’ down bad bitches, I’m the shit now
I’m geeked up, Facebook
Twenty Glocks, three carbons, eight Dracos
At the stash house stackin’ money like it’s Legos
Smokin’ big blunts, rubber bandin’ pesos
She mad at me just because I never text her back (damn)
She just want me to come over and kill her from the back (back)

[Hook]
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (damn)
I smoke a lotta gas, drink a lotta syrup
Did a lot of dirt, flipped a lot of work
Walk up in the spot, they like baller alert
Jump up out the drop, got residue all on my shirt (woah)