Key Glock - Son Of A Gun

Rich Blessed N Savage

Yeah
Uh
Ayy

I got dead men in my pocket, this shit gettin' scary, yeah (Woo)
Big racks on me, I feel like 'Frigerator Perry (Racks)
Bitch, I ball as necessary (Yeah)
I'm as cool as Ben and Jerry
If you don't like me, blame my parents
Sit down if you can't stand me
Yup, that bread, I gotta have it (That bread)
That bread, I gotta have it (That bread)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (I'm rich)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Rich)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)

Yup, I'm rich and blessed and savage, uh
Yeah, bitch, I'm immaculate (Yeah, yeah)
Know my opps, they mad as fuck (Know they mad)
I know my haters had enough (Yeah, yeah)
Damn, Glock, you ballin' out, huh? (Glock, you ballin' out)
Y'all got bitches fallin' out
Yeah, my old ho callin' now (Brrt)
Said she on my side of town (Hello?)
But I just stalled her out (I just stalled her out)
Bitch, I got more options now (I got more options now)
Just left this thot-thot, yup, yup
I just got some Becky (Just got some Becky), yeah, yeah
And this bitch older than me
Callin' me her zaddy (Yeah, she callin' me her zaddy), yeah, yeah
And this ho know that I'm richer than her
Daddy (I'm richer than her daddy), yeah, yeah
I just go, I be callin' plays like Madden (Yeah)

I told that bitch I'm rich and blessed and savage (The fuck?)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage
I'm rich and blessed and savage
Yeah, I'm rich and blessed and savage
I'm rich and blessed and savage
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage
I'm rich and blessed and savage
Yeah, I'm rich and blessed and savage (I'm rich)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
Bitch, my neck and wrist Atlantic (Uh)
My neck and wrist Atlantic Ocean
Tripled up my cups, I poured it
Glock, you got them hoes, I know it (Duh)
Yeah, them racks and dope, I blow it
Huh (Racks and dope), bitch, you know it, yeah (Yeah)

Bitch, you know it, yeah (No way)
Bitch, you know it, I go hard (Go hard)
Bitch, I play my part
I been doin' this since the start
Yeah, I finish what I start
Now look at me, I'm a star (Let's go)
I finish what I start
Now look at me, I'm a star

Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (I'm rich)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Rich)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (Bitch, bitch, bitch)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm rich and blessed and savage (I'm rich)
I'm rich and blessed and savage (Yeah)

Credits
Writer(s): Travis Walton, Markeyvius Cathey
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