Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song From The Bottom , by - Key Glock. Release date: 24.03.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
From The Bottom |
| South Memphis' finest |
| Yeah |
| (Get the bag, King Wonka) |
| Ayy |
| You know I came from the bottom now I’m up though (Cut, cutthroat), yeah |
| All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat), yeah |
| All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Cut, cutthroat) |
| Yeah, they cutthroat (Cut, 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, fuck you hoes) |
| Remember sayin', «I gotta gt it» (I gotta get it) |
| Yeah, and now a nigga gettin' plnty (Gettin' plenty, ayy, I’m really havin' |
| this shit, yeah, yeah, 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-huh) |
| God sent me blessings on blessings (For real) |
| Look, I ain’t 'bout to |
| (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, can’t wait to let it blast (Bah) |
| McLaren, text my momma every 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, yeah) |
| Can’t trust these thots, these hoes cravin' for a baby, yeah (Yeah, yeah) |
| Pull up on opps, yeah I rock 'em like a cradle (Boom, bah) |
| Me and the gang, we poppin' thugs and engage, yeah (Yeah) |
| Got plenty favor, I be drippin' on a hater, yeah (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 segragation, nigga (Segragation, nigga) |
| Yeah |
| Uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy |
| You know I came from the bottom now I’m up though (Up though, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah |
| All these young niggas 'round me cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah |
| Yeah, they cutthroat (Yeah, yeah, yeah, cutthroat), yeah, yeah, they cutthroat |
| (Yeah, yeah), yeah |
| Bah |
| The fuck |