Shame - Key Glock

Young nigga six figures up

How the fuck you feel

I pulled up in a coupe

They thought I signed a deal

You don’t look familiar

Real recognize real

Bitch I’m money hungry

You know I can’t miss no meal

Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame

Knowing damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang

Throwing bullets and rounds make it rain, rain, rain

I’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame

I’m running to the money

Bitch I feel like Usain (Bolt)

You talk down on my name

Bitch I

Don’t talk down on the gang

The choppa sing eddie kane

Stove top Glock

Bitch you know I keep the flame

I need everything

Bitch I feel like Jesse James

You talking bout running up gwap

I’m on the same thing

You thinking bout running up on me

You gone loose your brain

300 for some flip flops

They like what a shame

Niggas talking foul

I’ma take ‘em out the game

Stretch a fuck nigga

Then I’m going at his chain

Niggas talkin foul

I’ma take ‘em out the game

Stretch a fuck nigga

Then I’m going at his chain

Young nigga six figures up

How the fuck you feel

I pulled up in a coupe

They thought I signed a deal

You don’t look familiar

Real recognize real

Bitch I’m money hungry

You know I can’t miss no meal

Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame

Knowing damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang

Throwing bullets and ones make it rain, rain, rain

I’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame

VVS diamonds

Dripping on my sleeve and collar

Never been a trick

I keep my stick like Harry Potter

I said VVS diamonds dripping on my sleeve and collar

Never been a trick

I keep my stick like Harry Potter

Niggas plotting, watching

Pulled up benz, I dropped it

Bitches jaws dropping

Smoke kush, I’m a Rasta

No, I’m no pill popper

Big rocks look like fossil

Shit dripping like faucet

This shit get colossal

This shit get colossal

Ain’t no talking

I’ll off ‘em

Ain’t no talking

I’ll off ‘em

I play with fields of that green

Like I’m golfing

Young nigga six figures up

How the fuck you feel

I pulled up in a coupe

They thought I signed a deal

You don’t look familiar

Real recognize real

Bitch I’m money hungry

You know I can’t miss no meal

Why the fuck these niggas so lame, lame, lame

Knowing damn well they can’t hang with gang, gang, gang

Throwing bullets and rounds make it rain, rain, rain

I’m flexing so hard it’s a shame, shame, shame