Eve
Key Glock Lyrics

Ever since I heard 'bout Eve
Since learning about the consequences of deceit and temptation, I won't engage in games with women anymore.

I can't be playin' with these bitches (uh-uh, yeah, yeah-yeah)
I refuse to entertain insincere or unfaithful women.

Dollar sign up on my ring finger
I value money and the wealth it brings highly.

I'm married to the shit (yeah, yeah-yeah)
I'm fully committed to the hustle and success that comes with wealth.

Yeah, every time I get a bag
Whenever I earn money,

I spend that shit or I go flip it (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I either use the money for my personal expenses or invest it to earn more profit.

Yeah, ever since I lost my granny
Since the loss of my grandmother,

I've been drinkin' like a fish (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
I've been consuming alcohol excessively as a coping mechanism.

Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Wockhardt, I can't find it then it's Triss (yeah)
I prefer a particular brand of cough syrup, and if that's not available, I'll settle for the next best alternative.

Nigga tryna slime out Glizzock, fuck around and come up missin'
Anyone attempting to harm me will face severe consequences.

Yup, I really came from shit, now it ain't shit to get a milli'
I come from humble beginnings, but now making a million dollars is an attainable goal.

They like, "Why you don't do features?"
People wonder why I don't collaborate with other artists.

'Cause I don't like meetin' new niggas, yeah
I'm selective with who I associate with and prefer to work with people I'm familiar with.

Hoppin' out that yellow motherfucker with blue figures, uh
Extravagantly arriving in a yellow car with blue accents.

Smokin' on some zi-up, it's just me and my four nickel, uh
Smoking marijuana with my .44 caliber handgun by my side.

Slam your bitch like Jaiah, in my city I'm that nigga (Glizzock)
I have a reputation for being notorious with women and being a respected figure in my hometown.

It's hitters on my frontline, ain't no monkey in the middle (baow)
I have competent individuals supporting me, and no one is taking advantage of me financially.

Yeah, I'm a Blood, they know I'm official
I'm an established member of the Bloods gang.

I got stripes but not a whistle (yeah)
I have earned respect and a reputation for my actions, but I'm not a leader.

And you know I keep a pistol, know my name came with credentials (yeah)
I have a firearm with me and my reputation for being tough precedes me.

This .40 in my denim, this bitch here came with utensils (yeah)
I keep a .40 caliber gun in my jeans, and it's equipped with a silencer.

Uh, my Jesus piece a hunnid racks and it got all emeralds
My religious necklace is worth one hundred thousand dollars, and it's adorned with emeralds.

Yeah, I be pourin' Jesus blood in my Styrofoam (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I mix cough syrup with fruit punch and metaphorically refer to it as the blood of Christ.

Yeah, the doctor told me money runnin' through my chromosome (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm fixated on money in such a way that it seems to be part of my DNA or personality.

Yeah, I'm addicted to this shit somehow I can't leave it alone (leave it alone, what the fuck?)
I'm unable to stop seeking wealth and the lifestyle it affords me.