a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

glockboyz teejaee - closer than close lyrics

[intro]
come on, glockboyz, n+gga
(okay, cam)
ayy

[chorus]
can’t be scared to get your hands dirty, that’s how the game go
man, n+ggas think i moved out the hood, sh+t, i’m just stayin’ low
the opps in my dm like kevin, talkin’ ’bout send a loc’
my b+tch know i’m really that n+gga, she tell me keep it close
now what’s closer than close? what’s better than home?
and sh+t be crazy, we’d make a n+gga payments, but we ain’t put him on
that money counter makin’ music, i’m tryna sing along
man, touchin’ down, i keep scorin’ like we playin’ at home (ayy)

[verse 1]
you probably used to know me, n+gga, now this sh+t different
the streets sh+t like ridin’ bikes, and i be poppin’ wheelies
they probably thinkin’ i don’t use my gun ’cause i’m h+lla silly
man, hitter left my n+gga in the streets, but i’d never forget him
my granny heard i’m in the streets, my mama see me with them guns
my lil’ sister know i’ll burn a n+gga up just like the sun
man, i quit hoopin’ and start hoopin’, that sh+t brazy, ain’t it?
you want some clout? i’ll have everybody postin’ you
man, them n+ggas in the hood runnin’ they mouth like, “i heard glockboy did that”, ayy
gettin’ this sh+t, you know what come with it, this ain’t that (this ain’t that, n+gga)
got n+ggas stayin’ out the hood, man, that’s a fact
man, turn a n+gga to some ‘za, and this casket’d be the pack
this ain’t no uber, but i’m ridin’ in the back, this how you slide, ayy
if she can’t shut up when i say so, she ain’t mine
i know some hoes who’d love to take your place, she think i’m lyin’
i got some hoes who’d really start suckin’ the d+ck before the drive
my n+gga, gangsters move in silence, money talk, that sh+t confusin’
they really stupid, i learned how to get the money without a tutor
n+gga, 50k on me long, i could spread this sh+t like a rumor
wack jumper really a shooter, drop thirty, but i ain’t hoopin’, ayy
i think it’s time i changed the location
man, like a teacher gradin’ tests, you might catch me countin’ paper
back to back foreigns in the hood before i met the [?]
sh+t, i used to be in the streets so much, i don’t know if we had cable
[chorus]
can’t be scared to get your hands dirty, that’s how the game go
man, n+ggas think i moved out the hood, sh+t, i’m just stayin’ low
the opps in my dm like kevin, talkin’ ’bout send a loc’
my b+tch know i’m really that n+gga, she tell me keep it close
now what’s closer than close? what’s better than home?
and sh+t be crazy, we’d make a n+gga payments, but we ain’t put him on
that money counter makin’ music, i’m tryna sing along
man, touchin’ down, i keep scorin’ like we playin’ at home (ayy)

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS