[Intro: Key Glock]
(Ayoza, you wrong for this shit) yeah
Ay, turn that beat up Ceoo
(Damnit Franchise, you did it again)
Glizock
(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Yeah, It's Glizock and Fizzle and we gettin' to that skrilla
Yeah, that choppa got a tittie, but it don't got a nipple
Yeah, I'm a real Memphis n***a, take yo' ho then I pimp her
She asked me why I got blue diamonds, I said bitch, this for Flippa
Yeah, I'm just chillin', smokin' skittles, pourin' cups of that Fizzle
Yeah, my lil' n***a tryna get you, shine yo' head for a nickle
Ay, can you come and get this bitch dawg, she all on my pickle
And I just bought a platinum Rollie', this bitch thought it was silver

[Verse: Jay Fizzle & Key Glock]
Ridin' in the Bentley, me and Glock, we smokin' Backwoods, no Swishers
This shit here we smokin' so damn strong, we havin' convos with Flippa
My paper cup full of that purple, shit, I'm drinkin' on liquor
We sittin' here plottin' how we finna rob the rap game for 10 figures
My brand new chain got purple diamonds, so you know I spun some pape'
Feel like I been humble for too long, it's time to shit on all my haters
Plug called, just hopped out with some stones, ain't color, 100 Backwood papers
Gang pulled up back to back in purple, your lil' foreign same color as Lakers
Jesus piece on, even though I am a sinner
Yeah, I feel like Three Six, I be ridin' with spinners
I lay the smack down on your bitch, dawg, I had to pin her
I told my bitch "that ain't my bitch", she's just my babysitter
Yeah, I just put it on her face, can't make no baby with her
I ain't too friendly with these rappers, that's why they hate a n***a
Yeah, bitch I came a long way, now I'm a paid lil' n***a
Told Fizzle he trappin' too hard, you need a pager n***a
Uh, hello?
Every time I pick up it's that money callin' (What you want n***a? okay)
Trap stay up, I sell out soon as the package drop, touchdown
I make my bitch go catch the bomb, she ran out with no clothes
I'm like a tiger in the woods, where I was from and I don't play around cuz
Sticks up in that lamb chop, hop out on the opp block
Catch him lackin', watch me send some shots up at him
Nonstop, AK with the wood stock, pockets fat, hands hot
Bitch, I got a whole lot, whole lot, racks
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Yeah, It's Glizock and Fizzle and we gettin' to that skrilla
Yeah, that choppa got a tittie, but it don't got a nipple
Yeah, I'm a real Memphis n***a, take yo' ho then I pimp her
She asked me why I got blue diamonds, I said bitch, this for Flippa
Yeah, I'm just chillin', smokin' skittles, pourin' cups of that Fizzle
Yeah, my lil' n***a tryna get you, shine yo' head for a nickle
Ay, can you come and get this bitch dawg, she all on my pickle
And I just bought a platinum Rollie', this bitch thought it was silver