Gmfb song by Key Glock from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Memphis music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Gmfb Meaning
| [[Intro] Buh, buh, fah, fah G-lock Fah, fah, fah, fah (Hurricane made this one) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fah, fah, fah, fah Ayy [Chorus] You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah) Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain’t ever tucking shit (Uh-uh) Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a dick [Verse 1] Yeah, presi’ wrist, presi’ tint, big sticks, bitch, I move like the president Mob shit, mafia shit, free akh, 12 still ain’t stopping shit (Free Ralo) I heard these niggas dropping dimes, I’ma drop some shells around this bitch Yеah, nigga been popping my shit, been popping my collar since I was six Yeah, nigga, since I was a jit, I been lеgit, yeah, I kept a stick Aimin’ at you and I bet I won’t miss, I aim it at him and I bet that I hit Straight out the mud, but I don’t fuck with pigs I got some top in the back of the Benz Mama’s only son, don’t call me your twin Nigga, I put that shit on the fam Yeah, my cuzzo be serving that bean, he say he goin’ in until they come get him (Yeah) I told him, “Don’t worry, just get it done, and if you gon’ done it, don’t do it for fun” Yeah, if you gon’ do it, don’t do it for nothin’ Beat the block up like a motherfuckin’ drum Nigga try to take somethin’, cut off his arm (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, I’m a cutthroat, humble, nonchalant, rich-ass, young nigga (Yeah) Pack flipper, big dripper, big pistol, lil’ nigga keep it with him (Yeah) Sneak dissing got me tickled, what’s the issue? Shine your head for a nickel (Fah) Fuck these niggas, fuck these bitches, fuck the fame, yeah, and fuck the system , [Chorus] You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah) Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain’t ever tucking shit (Uh-uh) Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a dick [Verse 2] Yeah, tell ’em, “Suck a dick,” middle fingers up, they ain’t talkin’ ’bout shit And it’s M.O.B., yeah, money over bitches, I’ma be this way ’til I’m eighty-six Yeah, matter of fact, ’til I’m ninety-nine, or you can just say until I die Ten toes down, I ain’t got shit to hide, I’m cutthroat for real, can’t trust my smile Yeah, Lambo’ truck with butterfly doors, they like, “This young nigga wilding” (Woo) I hop in that bitch and put it in Corsa mode, take off like a pilot (Phew) Yeah, diamonds on me fightin’ like a mosh pit, yeah, might start a riot Uh, Cartier shades like Simon and my chopper sing like Alvin the Chipmunks I been sipping lean and smoking big blunts Trap nigga fucking with the Bitcoin Niggas rappin’ cappin’ like they did somethin’ Stop lying, nigga, you ain’t did nothin’ I just crush a lot, pockets Big Pun I been going dumb, still going dumb And I put that on my grandma’s son, nigga [Chorus] You know I get money, fuck bitches, duck snitches, niggas already know the business (Yeah) Fuck a nigga, fuck his brother, fuck his gang, niggas know they ain’t fucking with me (Yeah) Yeah, big watches, big rings, big chains, nigga, I ain’t ever tucking shit (Shit) Yeah, fuck the opps, fuck the cops, tell ’em all that they can suck a dick (Bitch)] |
