All Dogs Go To Heaven Lyrics – Key Glock

Read the full All Dogs Go To Heaven lyrics by Key Glock along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Key Glock’s music, you can also explore Run It Up and Can’t Feel My Face, two other songs by Key Glock.

[Intro]
G-Lock
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy

[Chorus]
They say all dogs go to heaven, I hope she get the message, yeah
My chain dance Elvis Presley, reach for it, s*it get hected
She say Glizock the bestious, yeah, I’m speaking country grammar
Walk around the house toting full pajamas
And I can’t leave the house without my hammer, yeah
I done hit half of the hoes in Atlanta (Huh)
You know this P-s*it comes from Memphis (South Memphis)
Sipping on mud, s*it darker than whiskey (Mud)
Ayy, these n!ggas scrubs, these n!ggas frisky, yeah
Who want a 10 piece? Cuz serve chicken
Money on my mind, so I gotta go get it (Go get it)
Half a million dollar for a car, no ceiling
If that s*it about money, then you know I’m with it (The fu*k)

[Verse]
These hoes will do any damn thing for a penny
And some of these n!ggas be worse then women, yeah
Can’t trick on no b!tch that will fu*k up my image
She rich and thick, I probably hit her, yeah
All these pinks and greens, I feel like Timmy (Turner)
And all these blues, like I went took duke
I’m Mr. Glock, hit your ass with a nuke (Glizock)
Go against Glock, I hate to be you (N!gga)
The fu*k? I’ve been getting my loot (N!gga)
I just brought a watch cost a coupe (N!gga, skrrt)
Don’t fu*k with new n!ggas, that ain’t the type of s*it that I do, n!gga (Nah)
I don’t recruit n!ggas, this FN be my bestie (My bestie)
Ran it up, tell ’em, catch me (Phew, phew)

[Chorus]
They say all dogs go to heaven, I hope she get the message, yeah

My chain dance Elvis Presley, yeah, reach for it, s*it get hected, yeah
She say Glizock the bestious, yeah, I’m speaking country grammar (Grammar)
Walk around the house toting full pajamas
And I can’t leave the house without my hammer, yeah
I done hit half of the hoes in Atlanta
You know this P-s*it comes from Memphis
Sipping on mud, s*it darker than whiskey
Ayy, these n!ggas scrubs, these n!ggas frisky, yeah
Who want a 10 piece? Cuz serve chicken
Money on my mind, so I gotta go get it
Half a million dollar for a car, no ceiling
If that s*it about money, then you know I’m with it

[Outro]
Yeah