More songs by Key Glock
Description
Glockaveli: All Eyez On Key
Mixing Engineer, Atmos Mixing Engineer: Ari Morris
Mastering Engineer: Mike Tucci
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Cole Wainwright
Composer: Beck Norling
Producer: Oh Ross
Producer: Pilgrim
Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer: Cole Wainwright
Composer: Beck Norling
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Leggo. Leggo.
-Bitches seen Glokk, couldn't wait to get naked. Spend six figures, one finger, no faking.
Jumped off the porch, then I started going crazy. Lately been selling shit that will knock nations.
Never been basic. Never, ever, ever, ever been lazy. Wake up with it on my mind daily.
Keep one tucked up on the side daily. Can't have no squares up at the round table.
Ayy, it ain't about money, my nigga, then move around.
Remember where, yeah, I'm about to go scuba dive. I'm Mr. Glokk, if you play, that gon' shoot you down. Chocolate
Rose Gold dancer like doo doo brown. Yeah, let's get it.
I been making plays, no gloves, no mittens. She know I'm a dog, but ain't chasing no kitty.
My mama and them hate when I be in the city.
No, I ain't tryna hang, gotta handle some business. Ayy, I been too busy just doubling up.
You get in my way, then I'm fucking you up. Whole world screaming, "In Glokk we trust.
" Old hoes screaming I ain't shit. Cutthroat Glokk, me give a nigga facelift.
Cap-ass nigga, you ain't him. Niggas ain't like us and we ain't like them.
If it's about money, I'm all in. Working hard every day, still ain't called in.
I be hanging with sharks, don't fall in. Last time I checked, I was balling.
Last time I checked, I was flexing. They be like, "This nigga is pressure. " Bankroll on me bigger than
Precious. Glizzock that nigga, no question. Glizzock that nigga, no doubt.
The bitch text told me come give her mouth.
I'm standing on business, yeah, I'm going all out. Running circles 'round niggas, lap after lap.
I stay in my lane like a motherfucking track meet. Money, money, money, money, that shit attract me.
I was 15 making plays on the backstreet. Artists need this and my nigga just at me.
It's about some money? Shit, get at me. Yeah, you know what's up.
It ain't 'bout that, don't hit me up. The man in the mirror said, "Live it up. " Yeah, yeah.
Ayy, I came back like I never left. I'm still fuck hoes, step back like stealth.
M. O. B. , protect your wealth. Cutthroat, sometimes don't trust myself.
Ayy, I came back like I never left. I'm still fuck hoes, step back like stealth. M. O. B.
, protect your wealth. Cutthroat, sometimes don't trust myself.
Million, million, million.
English translation
-Leggo. Leggo.
-Bitches seen Glokk, couldn't wait to get naked. Spend six figures, one finger, no faking.
Jumped off the porch, then I started going crazy. Lately been selling shit that will knock nations.
Never been basic. Never, ever, ever, ever been lazy. Wake up with it on my mind daily.
Keep one tucked up on the side daily. Can't have no squares up at the round table.
Ayy, it ain't about money, my nigga, then move around.
Remember where, yeah, I'm about to go scuba dive. I'm Mr. Glokk, if you play, that gon' shoot you down. Chocolate
Rose Gold dancer like doo doo brown. Yeah, let's get it.
I been making plays, no gloves, no mittens. She know I'm a dog, but ain't chasing no kitty.
My mama and them hate when I be in the city.
No, I ain't tryna hang, gotta handle some business. Ayy, I been too busy just doubling up.
You get in my way, then I'm fucking you up. Whole world screaming, "In Glokk we trust.
" Old hoes screaming I ain't shit. Cutthroat Glokk, me give a nigga facelift.
Cap-ass nigga, you ain't him. Niggas ain't like us and we ain't like them.
If it's about money, I'm all in. Working hard every day, still ain't called in.
I be hanging with sharks, don't fall in. Last time I checked, I was balling.
Last time I checked, I was flexing. They be like, "This nigga is pressure. " Bankroll on me bigger than
Precious. Glizzock that nigga, no question. Glizzock that nigga, no doubt.
The bitch text told me come give her mouth.
I'm standing on business, yeah, I'm going all out. Running circles 'round niggas, lap after lap.
I stay in my lane like a motherfucking track meet. Money, money, money, money, that shit attract me.
I was 15 making plays on the backstreet. Artists need this and my nigga just at me.
It's about some money? Shit, get at me. Yeah, you know what's up.
It ain't 'bout that, don't hit me up. The man in the mirror said, "Live it up. " Yeah, yeah.
Ayy, I came back like I never left. I'm still fuck hoes, step back like stealth.
M. O. B. , protect your wealth. Cutthroat, sometimes don't trust myself.
Ayy, I came back like I never left. I'm still fuck hoes, step back like stealth. M. O. B.
, protect your wealth. Cutthroat, sometimes don't trust myself.
Million, million, million.