Fuck All Dat Songtext
von Key Glock

(Let the BandPlay)
I dunno (huh?)

Okay, f- all that (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin′ cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I′m talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat

Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b- I′m that rich
Yeah, I just cracked another seal, b- I′m that sick
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I′m that
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I′m that

Yeah, yeah, ayy, I'm nothin′ like these rat n- (nah, nah)
I mean, I'm nothing like these rap (rap)
And that's a fact, n- yeah, I′m that n- (Key Glock)
Can′t get no dap n- but you an get clapped, n- (fire)

Yeah, my n- gon' ride or die (pew)
I brought the silence out, yeah, my aim on 99 (huh)
I bet I g- ′em down (yeah), b- we slangin' iron, uh (slangin′)
Yeah, we slangin' iron, just like it′s the wild, wild west


Yes (yes), yes, b- yes, uh, this right here
Like a quarter on my chest, yeah, why I do that?
'Cause I'ma make that s- right back, duh (duh, duh)
Duh (stupid), I′ma make that s- right back (on God, b-)

F- all this (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin′ cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I′m talkin' ′bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat

Yeah, uh, Franklins, Grants and Jacksons, uh
Yeah (yeah), b- that's another backend, uh (that′s another backend)
Yeah, a big backend (big backend)
I sure pulled up on your b- I broke her back in

Yeah, you shoulda seen how I made her back bend (yeah)
And, yeah, I see why you love her, that b- nasty (huh)
The type of b- to put a front on like she classy
Yeah, she belongs to the streets, that b- trashy (trashy, trashy)

Yeah, n- sneak dissin', tell 'em at me
Yeah, I′m the same young n- from them backstreets (on God)
Ridin′ 'round with them thangs on the back seat (on God)
Ain′t shit changed, mane, huh, I still pack heat (ain't shit changed, mane)


But f- all this (f- that s-)
Yeah, uh, I been gettin′ cash (gettin' cash, n-), b-, yo, uh
Racks, on racks, on racks (I′m talkin' 'bout racks on racks), racks, yo, huh
Big racks, I need my cake like a fat

Got baguettes in my Richard Mille, b- I′m that rich
Yeah, I just cracked another seal, b- I′m that sick
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I′m that
Yeah, I been hustlin' for real, now I′m that

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Big Glock