Lyrics Key Glock – Stop Playin
Text:
Let the band play
Yuh (Yuh), bitch (Bitch), stop playin’ (Stop playin’)
Uh (Uh), bitch, I been the man, lil’ nigga, big bands (Big bands)
Yuh (Yuh), yuh, I know you see it pokin’ up out my pants (Big racks)
Yeah, ’cause I’m big, nigga, uh
Twenty-twenty vet, how the fuck you get that, nigga? (Huh?)
I got twenty-twenty vision, all I see is checks, nigga (Cha-ching)
Yeah, I’m cutthroat for real, it’s tatted on my neck, nigga (For real)
I been bumpin’ Nip, ain’t nothin’ like these rap niggas, uh (Uh-uh)
I’ll let my dog get ya, I feel like Max, nigga, uh (Grr)
I’ll bring the pain, I’m major, mane, yeah, facts, nigga (Facts), uh
Uh, yeah, huh, yeah, facts, nigga (Facts), uh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, matter fact, nigga (Hold up)
Yeah, I think I’ma bring yellow diamonds back, nigga (Yeah), uh
New rose gold set, yeah, wet, nigga, uh
Just to match my car, Glock, you a mess, nigga (Uh)
Yeah, I’m a mess, I’m a threat, bitch, what do you expect? Uh
When you came from nothin’ and you ran up a check, yeah (Uh)
Bitch, I’m Big Glock (Big Glock), yeah, nothin’ less, yeah
Bitch, I’m a shark in water, yeah, and on land (Land)
Yuh, bitch (Bitch), stop playin’ (Stop playin’)
Uh (Uh), bitch, I been the man, lil’ nigga, big bands (Big bands)
Yuh (Yuh), yuh, I know you see it pokin’ up out my pants (Big racks)
Yuh (Yuh), you can’t stand me, I’ll leave you where you stand (Yeah)
Yeah, ’cause I’m big, nigga, uh
Twenty-twenty vet, how the fuck you get that, nigga? (Huh?)
I got twenty-twenty vision, all I see is checks, nigga (Cha-ching)
Yeah, I’m cutthroat for real, it’s tatted on my neck, nigga (For real), uh, yeah
Cutthroat (Cutthroat), uh (Uh), okay (Okay), let’s do it (Let’s do it)
Yeah, I’m dope like I grew it, uh, money grew on trees, I knew it, yeah
I knew it, huh
Because I get a lot, call me Mister or Doctor Glock, pop
There goes the weasel (Pop, pop), yeah, bitch, ya top, uh
I just popped the top on the pint, dropped it in my pop, yuh
I be sippin’ sizzurp in my drop top, uh
Huh (Yup), yuh, in the booth, too
Uh (Yeah), if you had this much shit, nigga, what would you do? (Huh?)
Huh? (Huh) Yuh, gang goin’ crazy, whole gang cuckoo (Gang, gang, gang)
Yeah, young black nigga with a whole lotta blues
Just sayin’, you better (What?) stop playin’ (Nigga), uh (What?)
Bitch, I been the man, lil’ nigga, big bands (Big bands)
Yuh (Yuh), yuh, I know you see it pokin’ up out my pants (Big racks)
Yuh (Yuh), you can’t stand me, I’ll leave you where you stand (Yeah)
Yeah, ’cause I’m big, nigga, uh
Twenty-twenty vet, how the fuck you get that, nigga? (Huh?)
I got twenty-twenty vision, all I see is checks, nigga (Cha-ching)
Yeah, I’m cutthroat for real, it’s tatted on my neck, nigga, uh, yeah
Album
Key Glock – Yellow Tape
