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glockboyz teejaee - 55 glockboy lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
come on, glockboyz, nigga
(rado)
(bangthatshit)

[verse 1: nuk & glockboyz teejaee]
i can’t even lie, with them pills, i’m a natural
boy, i started shootin’ trips and got a feel for them jacks
shit, i be prayin’ all my opps gon’ get a feel for that casket
treat this shit just like death race and catch him all in traffic
she ain’t gang ’cause she ain’t tuck enough
i be on that road, yeah, i buckled up a hundred+plus, sss
they like, “nuk, what that’s hangin’ out your ‘fit?” i’m like, “a hunk of chunk” (i’m like, “a hunk of chunk”)
i don’t put my feelings in no bitch, but i got puppy love
my niggas know i hit somethin’ different every night, they like, “you nasty” (they like)
they like, “how you make that girl jump like that?” i’m like, “gymnastics” (yeah)
i’m like daddy with the whistle on niggas if i see action
if i come slidin’ and you niggas consealin’, that mean you lackin’

[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
man, glockboyz, i wear the glock with every ‘fit like it’s a fashion
nigga, my dog got cpl, he let me hold it like joe mcfashion
man, ask the guys, i get to shootin’ everywhere like i was laggin’
man, free my dog, all he did was use the k, he got a natural
he still runnin’ through them hundreds, nigga
you hilarious, i ain’t never seen a gangster that was funny
they know we came from the dirt, we into leavin’ niggas muddy
man, you can be fast as sonic, ain’t no runnin’ when they comin’
nigga, we lil’ flip game over niggas
lebron james, jason terry, catch a body and stand over niggas
the opps is dyin’ while the hoes be tellin’ hoes like they know i did it
don’t bring your guns around, niggas start bitchin’ up like pinky
[verse 3: nuk]
they like the squad ’cause they too insane
treat ’em just like raw ’cause they gon’ die up in they cuban chain
i like all my bitches too exotic with the cutest frame
boy, i’m tryna use up all my mileage on the newest lane
my niggas got an l, i’m rappin’ now, i gotta let ’em hear me
my mama told me stop sellin’ that dog, i got selective hearing
i don’t spend no pape’ on these hoes if they ain’t stuffed the sterring
bro don’t even like apple stoves, but he in their mclaren
i fuck her hard, she put a clause in me
you won’t see me trackin’ down no bitch, i only dog whistle
long live wheeze, they say they hate you but your dogs miss you
i only sell dog, so i can’t tell you ’bout your fraud issues

[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
i’m at the court, i ain’t hoopin’, i’m ’bout to meet the plug
ayy, man, out of town like i’m playin’ au, i brought a ball with me
hear talkin’ ’bout some money, i’d be all ears
niggas keep tellin’ me i’m gon’ die, man, they was sayin’ that shit last year
trappin’ with that mag on me, 60 in the clip
i got a draco in this bitch, i can’t drive, i crash whips
see, i’m the opp you gotta watch, man, i’m the type to fuck your bitch
like she a pimp, we’ll throw her a couple dollars if the bitch hit (come on, ayy)
make doin’ donuts in the ‘cat, drop the benz after the range
man, i’ve been fuckin’ money up, i bought a dog, could’ve got a chain
niggas caught your brodie and we left him on your shirt just like a stain
niggas call me glockboy, the glock fit me like a brand+new fade, nigga (come on, glockboyz, nigga)

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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