Igloo - Key Glock

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Ayy, yo, turn that-turn that-turn that shit up in my headphones

(Let the band play)

Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue

Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you

Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)

Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh)

Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)

Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go)

Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go

And you know I’m backin' out the front

Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk

I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah)

Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns

Yeah, and my wrist so one of one

They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah

These hoes say that I’m the bomb, these niggas is bums

Yeah, I came up from a crumb

Yeah, I came out of them slums (Yeah), now I’m a Don (Yeah)

These niggas ain’t did what I done (Uh-uh)

I done paid dope in my lungs, sticks and them drums

Yeah, I got guns like Saddam

I did ten hours, made bond, bitch, I’m the one

Gettin' this cash by the ton

I put some ice on my mom, yeah, bitch, I’m a son of a gun

Yeah, I shot hot as the sun, diamonds wet like I jumped out the pond

Bitch, I get high as a drum, smokin' exotic, recordin' this song

And I just got off the phone, my bitch keep beggin' me to come home (Okay)

But I can’t 'cause I’m makin' this plate

Gotta go to the bank, just save me a plate

Yeah, young nigga ballin', bitch, I come a long way

I remember them days we was shootin' on the crate

Yeah, if you ain’t talkin' 'bout money, get your mouth fixed

My gang got everything that yours ain’t

Hoppin' out the duty truck, that’s the paper route tank

Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue

Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you

Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)

Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh)

Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)

Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go)

Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go

And you know I’m backin' out the front

Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk

I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah)

Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns

Yeah, and my wrist so one of one

They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah

Me, yeah, I did it again, my new bitch a ten

My last ho, she gone like the wind (Yeah)

Diamonds hit hard when I grin (Ha), shot when I land (Shot)

I already came with a bag (Bag)

Most of you rap niggas whack, no disrespect (Uh-uh)

I’m speaking' nothin' but facts (Facts)

Yeah, I’m ballin' hard, wanna bet?

(Bet) I got the check (Check)

Hit a home run, broke the bat (Yeah)

Outta here, bitch, my ear solitaire (Yeah)

Just let me hold like Stoudemire (Uh, yeah)

Glock, he’s a lion, tiger, and a bear (Yeah)

Hood rich nigga in designer gear (Yeah)

Yeah, I hopped out the car, it’s a Hot Wheel (Yeah)

Bitch, I pop opps, I don’t pop pills (Yeah)

My drop camouflaged but my ice real (Yeah)

They be like, «Glock, how this shit feel?"(Huh?)

Bitch, I’m cold as a igloo, you niggas softer than tissue

Trust me, you don’t want no issues, I’ll make your whole family miss you

Skinny-ass youngin' with big boots (Yuh)

Stand on my money, I’m 10'2"(Yuh)

Play with the kid, they come get you (Flex)

Come take you out like the 'rents do (Let's go)

Yeah, smokin' on the big blunt, let’s go

And you know I’m backin' out the front

Yeah, bitch, that is the the trunk

I might drop my top just for fun (Yeah)

Ooh, baguettes on my neck and my guns

Yeah, and my wrist so one of one

They like, «This young nigga won,"uh, yeah