Key Glock - A Goat & A Dolphin lyrics

[Key Glock] Glizock (Core) (Let the band play) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Ayy [Key Glock] Still on that gang sh*t, no lame sh*t, no, I can't trust a thot I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks You know I pop sh*t, I talk sh*t, 'cause I gets a lot of guap You know my neck and wrist is real water, yeah, Alkaline and Voss Uh, money, money, money gettin' taller and these choppas we got is the largest Yeah, Mr. Glock, lil' b*tch, I'm the sergeant, you don't really, really, really want problems Nah, you don't really, really, really want problems Send you to the gates, ni**a, motherfu*k a doctor Choppas on choppas, you don't wanna get chopped up Who is that? Yeah, it's a goat and a dolphin, uh [Young Dolph & Key Glock] Choppas on choppas, yeah Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas Smoke like a Rasta, my b*tch ass fat and so if my pockets Everybody know (What?), I keep a bankroll on me and a rocket Uh, ain't no leg, no (Uh-uh), I'm aimin' straight at your motherfu*kin' noggin (Fire) Yeah, yeah, no innocent bystanders, I hit my target (Got 'em) Keep a chopper in the closet I brought my fire to the party Wear a chrome heart like Ed Hardy Promethazine, it got me nodded Baby look just like a goddess But I don't give a fu*k 'cause I'm heartless, yeah, yeah (What the fu*k?) [Key Glock] Uh, I'll never change 'cause I'm just too solid Stuck in my ways, got a pistol in the party Dumb, dumb money, I'm goin' retarded I'm havin' my way and they say I'm toxic I'm straight off the block, I ain't never had a wallet Two straps, yeah, Drake and Josh Ayy, shout-out to my opps Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, middle fingers to the cops These ni**as hatin' on the kid, tell these ni**as stop I told my teacher, "When I grow up, I wanna be like Glock" Now it's a couple years later, b*tch, look at your boy I just pulled up in that Lambo truck, nearly fu*ked my door b*tch, I get that dough, I get that dough, I can't get a new These b*tches and these haters know what's up, yeah, they know it's up I be throwin' bullets just like Brady, come and catch a slug [Young Dolph] Throwin' bullets just like Brady, throwin' bullets just like Brady Fry your ass like some bacon, fry your ass just like some bacon Seen him on the E-way, flipped him, now I don't think he gon' make it Now I ain't the type of ni**a to ask for sh*t 'cause I'ma take it In my space, I'm countin' mula, b*tches walkin' around naked Remember I used to share my clothes with my cousin, I used to hate it I went, found me a plug, motherfu*k that paycheck (fu*k all of that) Everyday I wake up, I'm like, "Where that cake at?"