More songs by Key Glock
Description
Producer, Programmer: Teddy Walton
Programmer, Producer: Aaron Bow
Producer, Programmer: FNZ
Recording Engineer: IMixNation
Mixing Engineer: Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco
Mastering Engineer: Chris Athens
Composer Lyricist: Travis Dickey
Composer Lyricist: Markeyvius Cathey
Composer Lyricist: Travis Walton
Composer Lyricist: Aaron Boe
Composer Lyricist: Isaac Jon De Boni
Composer Lyricist: Michael John Mulé
Composer Lyricist: Michael McEwan
Lyrics and translation
Original
I mix nation for real, trap!
Down south nigga getting money and you know that.
Project baby taking pictures like I'm Kodak. In the trap house with the guys, where your hoe at?
Treat her like a memory, nickname throwback. Repping on the hood that you know you can't go back.
Nigga start singing with a mask like four bands.
Backside, I be with the Bloods and the Locs at. Westside, I be with the cuz and the folks at.
Quote that, niggas really acting like they on that.
Bitch, I'm from the Ville, nigga, still real with no jack. Niggas shooting hollows like they really know jack.
Cross tracks linking now, niggas throwing fours at.
Throw a touchdown, I hand it off like a quarterback. Two hundred on a fresh load, you can order that.
Man with a tote bag, nigga, that's a fanny pack.
Bad bitch, a hundred racks, nigga, you can't handle -that.
-Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that? Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that?
Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that. Niggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that.
Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that?
Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that? Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that.
Niggas hating on the -wrong hitter, need to stop that. -Too dope, double knots, I had to cop that.
Top drop back just like Cam Ward. Brodie on that bullshit like he from Illinois.
Pockets full of diggers, shit look like the morgue. This shit on the floor, nigga,
I'm up. You know they call me Glock, get a bang for your buck.
And I ain't finna squabble, I'll light your ass up.
Niggas say they getting money, but it can't be much. No matter what, I keep it on me. Brodie put shit to sleep, melatonin.
The real deal, holy feel, niggas phony. If I'm in the driver's seat, then I own it.
Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that?
Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that? Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that.
Niggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that.
Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that? Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that?
Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that.
Niggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that.
English translation
I mix nation for real, trap!
Down south nigga getting money and you know that.
Project baby taking pictures like I'm Kodak. In the trap house with the guys, where your hoe at?
Treat her like a memory, nickname throwback. Repping on the hood that you know you can't go back.
Nigga start singing with a mask like four bands.
Backside, I be with the Bloods and the Locs at. Westside, I be with the cuz and the folks at.
Quote that, niggas really acting like they on that.
Bitch, I'm from the Ville, nigga, still real with no jack. Niggas shooting hollows like they really know jack.
Cross tracks linking now, niggas throwing fours at.
Throw a touchdown, I hand it off like a quarterback. Two hundred on a fresh load, you can order that.
Man with a tote bag, nigga, that's a fanny pack.
Bad bitch, a hundred racks, nigga, you can't handle -that.
-Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that? Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that?
Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that. Niggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that.
Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that?
Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that? Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that.
Niggas hating on the -wrong hitter, need to stop that. -Too dope, double knots, I had to cop that.
Top drop back just like Cam Ward. Brodie on that bullshit like he from Illinois.
Pockets full of diggers, shit look like the morgue. This shit on the floor, nigga,
I'm up. You know they call me Glock, get a bang for your buck.
And I ain't finna squabble, I'll light your ass up.
Niggas say they getting money, but it can't be much. No matter what, I keep it on me. Brodie put shit to sleep, melatonin.
The real deal, holy feel, niggas phony. If I'm in the driver's seat, then I own it.
Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that?
Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that? Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that.
Niggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that.
Left foot, right foot, nigga, how you walk that? Cross tracks, my hood, nigga, how you talk that?
Light-skinned bad bitch, fat ass, pop that.
Niggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that.