Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FYTB, artist - Key Glock. Album song Son Of A Gun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
FYTB |
| But they don’t, dawg, man, these niggas fraud, uh |
| Glizock, he for real, he the real deal, y’all (Yeah) |
| Yeah, they say it’s time to kill, just look at my skeleton |
| Yeah, I hop up in my whip, my whip look like Megatron |
| Yeah, motherfuck your deal, I made that lil' shit in six months (Yeah, |
| that’s real shit, nigga) |
| Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| (Fuck you talkin' 'bout?) |
| I had racks on me then, racks on me now, yeah |
| I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah |
| Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh |
| Yeah, I really live the life these niggas rap 'bout, uh |
| I ain’t wrestling with my mouth, no, I don’t rap battle, uh |
| Yeah, young nigga came from shit, but I didn’t tap out, uh |
| Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? |
| Huh? |
| God, please protect my cheese 'cause these rats out, yeah |
| I can’t give no ho my seed, I can’t crash out, huh |
| I brought the racks out, baby, I brought the racks out (Yeah) |
| Bitch, I got good credit, but I still cash out |
| Yeah, just left up out the mall and I don’t even check the tags |
| Yeah, I just hopped up in that new Benz, skrrt skrrt, and I smashed |
| Yeah, Glizock, he the shit, and man, these other niggas assed out |
| Yeah, Glizock walk up in the building, your bitch, damn near passed out |
| Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| (The fuck?) |
| I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah) |
| I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah |
| Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh |
| Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| (Yeah, bitch) |
| I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah) |
| I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah |
| Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh |
| Yeah, I really live the life these niggas rap 'bout, uh |
| I ain’t wrestling with my mouth, no, I don’t rap battle, uh (Nah) |
| Yeah, young nigga came from shit, but I didn’t tap out, uh (Nah) |
| Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? |
| Huh? |
| Bitch, I ran it up, I still’ll gun your ass down, yeah |
| Seventh grade bumpin' Waka, I love them gun sounds, yeah |
| Now a nigga drinkin' Wocky, I take mud baths, yeah |
| These lil' niggas just be talkin', ain’t got no cash (Ain't got no guap) |
| Yeah, you broke, boy, he broke, boy, yeah, you niggas fucked up |
| Thought I told you bitches that I’m blessed, I didn’t luck up |
| Glizock, let me hold somethin', shit, nigga, hold up |
| Put that on my daddy, I paid cash for my Rolls truck, yup |
| Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? |
| (Yeah) |
| I had racks on me then, racks on me now (Yeah) |
| I was strapped back then, still strapped now, yeah (I'm talkin' 'bout right now) |
| Your bitch seen Glizock and she damn near blacked out, uh |
| Yeah, I really live the life these niggas rap 'bout, uh |
| I ain’t wrestling with my mouth, no, I don’t rap battle, uh |
| Yeah, young nigga came from shit, but I didn’t tap out, uh |
| Have you ever spent a night up in the traphouse? |
| Huh? |
| (The fuck?) |