Key Glock – Grammys

Lyrics Grammys – Key Glock

They say I look just like my mama
But I act just like my daddy
Yup, I’m straight out the trap
I figured out how to live lavish, yeah
All these b**ches love me
Most of these n**gas can’t stand me
Real trapper, slash rapper, n**ga
Yup, I been had GRAMMYs

Uh, trappin’ out my granny’s
I hit broccoli, I had candy, yup
Hundred racks in my fanny pack
And a thirty round under my jacket, yup
Look at my gang, they addin’ up
The opps like, Man, he ain’t lettin’ up
Bad lil’ b**ch with a natural bust
Said she wanna f**k me in the back of my truck

But I told her, I don’t pay to f**k
I don’t love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, n**ga, try your luck
Uh, diamonds on me, sayin’, Knuck if you buck
Uh, baguette, AP, hockey puck
I told these n**gas, I don’t give no f**ks
I told these b**ches, I don’t give two f**ks
And no, I trust nobody but my guts

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Codeine, codeine in my guts
Fell in love with codeine
So I poured the s**t up in the crush
Tired of n**gas actin’ like they know me
Yeah, they know what’s up
And I ain’t really with that sneak dissin’
N**gas know what’s up

They say I look just like my mama
And I act just like my daddy
I’m straight up out the trenches
But, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin’ to somethin’
They think a n**ga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off
F**k around, pull out a rabbit

They say I look just like my mama
And I act just like my daddy
I’m straight up out the trenches
But, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
And I turn nothin’ to somethin’
They think a n**ga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off
F**k around, pull out a rabbit

Once you get it
Then you double it and keep stackin’
I really know some n**gas
They made millions off of packages
These n**gas stealin’ drip
And yeah, I think I’m finna patent it
Ten chains, ten whips
They say I’m on that rapper s**t

I used to make plays on top of plays
Paid menace s**t
I’m self-made, counterfeit-ass n**gas
I can’t hang with them
Throwin’ shade, gang-gang
Ain’t gon’ let you get away with it
Throwin’ shade ’bout a b**ch
These n**gas wearing capes and s**t

Yeah, I can’t save no b**ch
I can’t save no ho
Yeah, I get paid my n**ga, yeah
Can’t pay attention to no ho
Yeah, I just made a M, yeah
Tryna make it again, times fo’
And they like, What’s up with him
B**ch, you already know, yeah

I hustle like my mama
But I’m gangster like my daddy, yeah
I ran that money up
And now it’s bustin’ through the attic
Yeah, now a n**ga up, yeah
B**ch, I’m up, never took a Addy
Yeah, trappin’ a*s, rappin’ ass
N**ga, been had GRAMMYs

G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs, yeah
Trappin’ a*s, rappin’ ass
N**ga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin’ a*s, rappin’ a*s, n**ga, ayy…

Written by King Wonka, Figurez Made It & Key Glock
Album: Yellow Tape 2
Produced by Figurez Made It & King Wonka
Key Glock | 2022

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