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Markeyvius LaShun Cathey (born August 3, 1997), better known by his stage name Key Glock, is an American rapper and songwriter from Memphis, Tennessee. Cousin of Young Dolph, he rose to fame in 2017 with his mixtape Glock Season. He is signed to Young Dolph's record label Paper Route Empire. more »

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Ayy
They say I look just like my mama but I ate just like my daddy
Yup, I'm straight up out the trap, I figured out how to live lavish (yeah)
All these bitches love me, most of these niggas can't stand me
Real trapper slash rapper, nigga, yup, I been had GRAMMYs
Uh, trappin' out my grannys, I hit broccoli, I had candy, yup
Hundred racks in my fanny pack and a thirty round under my jacket, yup
Look at my gang then add it up
The opps like, "Man, he ain't lettin' up"
Bad lil' bitch with a natural bust 
Said she wanna f*ck me in the back of my truck
But I told her, "I don't pay to f*ck"
Yeah, I don't love you more than my cup
Uh, take my chain, nigga, try your luck
Uh, diamonds on me sayin', "Knuck if you buck"
Uh, baguette AP, hockey puck (ice)
I told these niggas, "I don't give no fucks" (uh-uh)
I told these bitches, I don't give two fucks" (uh-uh)
And I don't trust nobody but my guts (my guts)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, codeine floatin' in my guts (yeah)
Fell in love with codeine, so I poured the shit up in the Crush (yeah)
Tired of niggas actin' like they know me, yeah, they know what's up (what's up)
And I ain't really with that sneak dissin', niggas know what's up

They say I look just like my mama and I ate just like my daddy (Glizock)
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
When I turn nothin' into somethin', they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, f*ck around pull out a rabbit (voila)
(They say I look just like my mama and I ate just like my daddy
I'm straight up out the trenches but, yeah, I still keep that ratchet
When I turn nothin' into somethin', they think a nigga know magic
Yeah, I might just take my hat off, f*ck around pull out a rabbit) (voila)
First you get it, then you double and keep stackin'
Yeah, I really know some niggas that made some millions off of packages
These niggas stealin' drip and, yeah, I think I'm finna patent it
Ten chains, ten whips, they say I'm on that rapper shit
I used to make plays on top of plays, Payton Manning shit
I'm self-made, counterfeit-ass niggas, I can't hang with 'em
Throwin' shade, gang-gang, ain't gon' let you get away with it
Throwin' shade 'bout a bitch, these niggas wearin' capes and shit
Yeah, I can't save no bitch, I can't save no ho (what?)
Yeah, I get paid my nigga, can't pay attention to no ho (yeah)
Yeah, I just made a M, tryna make it again, times four (yeah)
Ayy, they like, "What's up with him?" Bitch, you already know (what's up?)
Yeah, I hustle like my mama but I'm gangster like my daddy (yeah)
I ran that money up and now it's bustin' through the attic (yeah)
Yeah, now a nigga up, yeah, bitch, I'm up, never took a addy (uh-uh)
Yeah, a trappin' ass rappin' ass nigga, been had GRAMMYs

G-GRAMMYs
Been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass rappin' ass nigga, been had GRAMMYs
Trappin' ass rappin' ass nigga, been had, ayy (uh)

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