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Key Rex Video (MV)




Performed By: Key Glock
From Album: Glockoma 2
Written by: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey




Key Glock - Key Rex Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-Rex (yeah)
Chopper sing Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that
Ran through a check, like a nigga at recess
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (Glizock)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back (uh)
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah, yeah)
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that (uh-uh)
Motherf*ck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that
I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that
Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat
Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag

I was fourteen, already in the deep end (yeah)
Fifteen years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah)
Turned sixteen, Glock 17 extended (yeah)
Eighteen, nineteen, made my first million (yeah, yeah)
Twenty years old in a f*ckin' McLaren (skrrt, skrrt)
You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats (yeah)
Remember them days, I was trappin' them baggies
Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm havin' this shit (yeah)
My money good, got the baddest lil' bitch (uh)
Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction
Money talkin' right, now shut up and listen (shh)
My diamonds sittin', like, Sonny Liston (ice)
I f*cked around, put some stones in my dental (ice)
These niggas broke and I think they should fix it (yeah)
I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em (yeah, yeah)
I'm high as f*ck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah)
5.56's sound like a missile (yeah, yeah)
Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you" (yeah)
I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols (mwah)
F*ck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah)
Lame-ass niggas hatin', they got me tickled
Hahaha, yeah

Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-Rex (yeah, yeah)
Chopper sing Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that (fire)
Ran through a check, like a nigga at recess (yeah, yeah)
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah)
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (yeah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back (yeah)
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah)
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that (yeah)
I ran through a check, like a nigga at recess (phew)
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah)
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (bah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that
Motherf*ck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that
I'll leave my bitch before my strap, I mean that
I'm ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat (skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch got a purse full of Percs, it's a beanbag

Fat got the gat, he gon' splatt, that's my wingman (fat)
I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team, man (yeah)
Young nigga rich as f*ck, still be schemin'
Young nigga cold, ask your ho', I'm a penguin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been touchin' hoes, I'm a motherf*ckin' penguin

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

Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-Rex (yeah)
Chopper sing Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that
Ran through a check, like a nigga at recess
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (Glizock)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back (uh)
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah, yeah)
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that (uh-uh)
Motherf*ck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that
I'll leave a bitch before my strap, I mean that
Ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat
Bitch got a purse full of Percs, that's a beanbag

I was fourteen, already in the deep end (yeah)
Fifteen years old when I first robbed the weed man (yeah, yeah)
Turned sixteen, Glock 17 extended (yeah)
Eighteen, nineteen, made my first million (yeah, yeah)
Twenty years old in a f*ckin' McLaren (skrrt, skrrt)
You know I'm eatin' good, bitch, my wrist full of carats (yeah)
Remember them days, I was trappin' them baggies
Now, look, I'm really, I'm havin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm havin' this shit (yeah)
My money good, got the baddest lil' bitch (uh)
Yeah, my money long and them facts, no fiction
Money talkin' right, now shut up and listen (shh)
My diamonds sittin', like, Sonny Liston (ice)
I f*cked around, put some stones in my dental (ice)
These niggas broke and I think they should fix it (yeah)
I got the drop on the opps, we gon' blitz 'em (yeah, yeah)
I'm high as f*ck, pourin' Wock' out a pitcher (yeah, yeah)
5.56's sound like a missile (yeah, yeah)
Lied to this bitch, I just told her, "I miss you" (yeah)
I ain't blowin' no kisses, just money and pistols (mwah)
F*ck these hoes, money on my mental (yeah)
Lame-ass niggas hatin', they got me tickled
Hahaha, yeah

Big Glock, Key Rex, might cop a T-Rex (yeah, yeah)
Chopper sing Keith Sweat, banana clip, eat that (fire)
Ran through a check, like a nigga at recess (yeah, yeah)
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah)
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (yeah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back (yeah)
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at (yeah)
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that (yeah)
I ran through a check, like a nigga at recess (phew)
I can see them lil' niggas hatin', yeah, I peep that (yeah, yeah)
Nickname Glock, and you know that I keep that (bah)
F*cked the bitch good, yeah, I know that she'll be back
South Memphis nigga, yeah, you know where I be at
I be gettin' money, and it ain't hard to see that
Motherf*ck your feedback, nigga, you can keep that
I'll leave my bitch before my strap, I mean that
I'm ridin' in a yellow thing, flyin' like a dingbat (skrrt, skrrt)
Bitch got a purse full of Percs, it's a beanbag

Fat got the gat, he gon' splatt, that's my wingman (fat)
I'll pass a bitch before my blunt, I'm a team, man (yeah)
Young nigga rich as f*ck, still be schemin'
Young nigga cold, ask your ho', I'm a penguin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I've been touchin' hoes, I'm a motherf*ckin' penguin

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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Writer: Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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