Lyrics Son Of A Gun - Key Glock

Son Of A Gun

Yeah, I’m a nineties baby, lately, I been goin' crazy
I been goin' crazy lately, I been goin' crazy, crazy
Yeah (Woo), I been goin' crazy, crazy (Crazy)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
I’ve been gettin' paper, paper (Racks)
Made a whole M without a major label (Uh, racks), yeah
Yeah, they like, «Glock, you major»
I just put a new set of fours a new Mercedes (Racks)
Stop, bitches tryna have my baby
I can’t go out like that, baby, no way (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Big watch, big clock, Flava Flav (Yeah)
Got all these bitches feelin' my Feng Shui (Uh-huh)
All these bitches feelin' my Feng Shui
I be fresh to death, they tryna put me on a runway
Yeah, and I still remember those days
I couldn’t wait to go to school just to show off my new Js
Yeah, young nigga, hard head, fuck what you say (Up)
Push up on 'em, make him skate like Lupe
And I got them things on me like Hussein
Paper wrap the gang, yeah, we the new wave (Gang-gang)
Uh, and I just bought a new chain
Matter fact, two chains, young nigga too paid
Uh, yeah, young nigga insane
We was takin' shoppin' before we ever heard of Boonk Gang (On God)
Yeah, yeah, I’m higher than two planes
You niggas drinkin' fake drank, man, you niggas too lame, uh (Fuck)
Ayy, man you niggas too nice
Yeah, yeah, lame as fuck (Lame)
Nigga play with us, we aim and bust
Yeah, choppa, ate him up
Slam dunk your bitch, ain’t no layin' up
I run up that bag, ain’t no waitin' up
Ayy, uh, remember I was waitin' up
Lil' bitch, I’m the shit and I came from nothin' (Shit)
Told my momma that the change gon' come
Yeah, yeah, straight out the slums (Straight out the slums, straight out)
When I got my first backend, spent the half on guns (I spent half on guns, yeah,
yeah, fire)
Rest in peace to my grandma, yeah, she raised a don (She raised a don)
And shoutout to my momma, I’m a son of a gun (I'm a son of a gun, yeah)