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Key Glock
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King Wonka
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South Memphis' finest
Yeah (get the bag, King Wonka), ayy
You know I came from the bottom, now I'm up though (cutthroat)
Yeah, all these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat)
Yeah, all these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah)
Ten toes down, I stayed on my grind
Yeah, you know, I had money on my mind
Walkin' home, face long, lookin' down
Like, "Damn, damn, damn, I gotta shine" (shine)
On these hatin' ass niggas, yeah (yeah)
And these hatin' ass bitches, uh (yeah)
Remember sayin', "I gotta get it" (I gotta get it)
Yeah, and now a nigga gettin' plenty (ayy, I'm really havin' this shit, yeah)
My watch hittin', pendant glistenin', bitch
Ayy, every day it's Christmas, bitch
And this just the way I'm livin', bitch
It ain't no more stressin' (uh-uh)
God sent me blessings on blessings (for real)
Look, it ain't 'bout luck nigga (no more stressin', God sent me blessings)
Don't blame me, nigga (blessings), haha (on blessings)
Ayy, blame the nigga that made you (yeah)
The devil in my face, but God got my back though (God got my back)
The pistol on my waist, cock back, let it blast, uh (bah)
McLaren, text my mama e'ry time I crash, yeah
I told my new bitch that I'm nothin' like her last, yeah (like her last)
I told this bitch that I'm gettin' too much paper (too much)
Difference between me and him, is he gon' save it (haha, yeah)
But I might fuck her then delete the number later, yeah (yeah)
Can't trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah
Pull up on opps, yeah, I rock 'em like a cradle, uh
Me and the gang we poppin' thugs and engage, yeah (yeah)
Got plenty favors, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (yeah)
This shit still major, still got millions on the table, nigga (no cap)
Ayy, I be grindin' like I'm skatin', nigga
I just told this one bitch she ain't fuckin' with no basic nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ayy, I just poured a four up, but it's Wock'-Wock' with no chaser, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Black and white diamonds in my Jacob segregation, nigga
Yeah
Uh, uh, uh (ayy)
You know I came from the bottom, now I'm up though (up though)
Yeah, all these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat), yeah
All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (cutthroat)
Yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah, yeah, cut), yeah, they cutthroat (yeah, yeah)
Bah
The fuck
Writer(s): Markeyvius Cathey, Joseph Nguyen
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