Key Glock Gang Shit No Lame Shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(RamyOnTheBeat)

Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Walk through the door)
Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
Young n**** all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)
My n****, come get your ho, yeah (Bitch)
Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note)
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain
These n***** hatin' is so lame

I'm ballin', need Rogane
Hop out the drop, smokin' propane (Yeah)
I do my damn thing