glockboyz teejaee – keep my glock lyrics
keep my glock lyrics
[intro: drego]
what up, teejaee? (jose the plug)
you know i keep my glock
brrt
man
this b+tch keep sayin’ i’m her baby daddy (huh?)
h+ll yeah, i’m the baby pappy (h+ll yeah, h+ll yeah)
boy
man
[verse 1: drego]
this b+tch keep sayin’ i’m her baby daddy (huh?)
h+ll yeah, i’m the baby pappy (h+ll yeah, h+ll yeah)
yeah, we deliver work just like happy’s
i ain’t gotta switch the gears, it’s automatic, boy
i just f+cked this bad+ass b+tch like the other day (like the other day)
i’ma shoot the chopper c+cked, yeah, the other way (brrt)
told my migo bring the brr, yeah, ándale (ándale)
her ass so fat, i chokeslammed a b+tch, undertaker
yeah, i turnt the streets up, b+tch, ronald reagan (ronald reagan)
you ain’t got the work in, dog, why you fakin’? (why you fakin’, boy?)
we ’bout to slide, this n+gga nervous, dog, why you shakin’? (why you shakin’, boy?)
i come and get you the first day, yeah, i’m impatient
i just need a rollie, yeah, with a dab of ranch (with a dab of ranch)
my white b+tch leave the key for me under the mat
yeah, i got a cinnabon, b+tch, under the strap
you don’t want these fifty shots shootin’ at your hat
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
glock on me, a couple bands, you don’t wanna make me mad
catch a rappin’+ass n+gga, walk up on him like a fan
i got twenty on me now, look like ten ’cause it’s new money
it’s a broke n+gga in my hood who would k!ll you for a blue hundred
all the bros in the stores buyin’ lead like school comin’
n+ggas just be sendin’ bullets back, we really drop numbers
my dog go to the club, ain’t got a bruise, but a knot comin’
i’m in a room full of hoes, ain’t playin’ thumps, i’m ’bout to pop somethin’
i go to the crib and watch the news, laugh at my brothers
2p just hit my phone cryin’ laughin’, that mean he caught a n+gga
lookin’ at me like he know me, this ain’t that, i be done offed a n+gga
ask around and they gon’ tell you tucked the glock when they saw a n+gga
i been makin’ twenties in my sleep, n+ggas can’t keep up
ain’t finna throw no deuces when i pull up, throw the piece up
we the n+ggas with the money, pockets bulging when you see us
my dog aimin’ at heads, dream chasin’, on that meek stuff (on that meek sh+t)
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