[Intro: Key Glock]
(BandPlay)
G-Lock
Yeah

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, n***a, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young n***as with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my n***a Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It's Guwop and Glizock, and this combo gon' be hard to stop
Zone 6 to South Memphis, totin' that pistol like a cop
Wouldn't give me my flowers, I rеwarded myself and bought a watch (Burr)
Took the fork and scrapеd the pot (Skrrt), it's off the eye, I shake the pot
I can't put no money in no n***as who ain't worth it, dawg (No)
Confiscated my necklace 'cause these suckers didn't deserve it, y'all (Pussy)
Seventeen summers later, showin' no signs of fallin' off (Well, damn)
I didn't even imagine I'd be ballin' how I'm ballin' now (Go, go)
N***as tried to count me out, they miscounted the wrong amount (Wrong)
Killers took, don't bring 'em up, it's 'round 'em if I bring 'em out
Oh, you got a crash dummy, think before you send him off (Huh?)
His brain left on the dashboard, we all see what he thinkin' 'bout (Yeah)
[Chorus: Key Glock]
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, n***a, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young n***as with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my n***a Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah (Blue bucks)
Baby, I get too much
Motherfuckin' money, so I gotta keep that tool tucked
I'm still the same youngin', the only thing, my money grew up
It be the same n***as talkin' 'bout slidin' and ain't shootin' nothin'
Yeah, bitch, I'm all about my bread, every crouton
Yeah, I just cut a check and bitch off like a coupon
Yeah, dead guys in my past, that shit two-hundred
Um, young n***a keep the heat up on 'em, Jimmy Bond

[Chorus: Key Glock]
Ayy, it's Glizock and Guwop, we so icy, n***a, you not (Yeah)
Pistol in the party, these young n***as with me too hot (Yeah)
I ran it up, no bank account, I stuffed it in the shoebox
Ninth grade with them things, I felt like a trap god (Yeah)
Long live my n***a Flippa, bitch (Bitch), you see these blue rocks (Yep)
Ayy, I can't put no money in my denim, it's just too much
Ayy, every time you see me, I got some new ice and like two cups
Ayy, not from Milwaukee or from Tampa, bae, these blue bucks