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glockboyz teejaee - promo lyrics

[intro]
yeah
this street sh+t’ll get— n+gga
glockboyz, n+gga
boy
(keep it up, sharkboy)

[verse 1]
this street sh+t get serious, we ain’t come to play no games (yeah)
i don’t know ’bout you and yours, but me and mine tryna get fame
we was bustin’ n+ggas’ heads, takin’ glasses before the fame
we probably still’ll slime you out, it’s just different ’cause sh+t done changed
everybody know my face, it be hard for me to do my thing
can barely run my game on a b+tch because she know my name
you don’t know how sh+t feel, your dog die, and his family sayin’ y’all to blame
we used to leave ‘еm at the crib and now we ride with k’s (wе ride with k’s now)
my n+ggas grew up in the streets, we all thuggin’, pistol poppin’
my brother hit the club, we still poppin’
ask about me in the hood, they’ll probably tell you i keep the rocket
they’ll probably tell you, “he was playin’ with my money”, somebody shot him (baow)
they can’t believe this sh+t i did and i done saw it
free my dog, they got him down for a body, i want him off
i would’ve just gps’ed myself to the money, then i got lost
i’m out the way countin’ up forty all blues in the loft

[chorus]
i’m usually there trappin’ to beat my way from out the hood
we had came up doin’ the worst, but now we livin’ good (now we livin’ good)
if i ain’t rap, i wouldn’t have moved, n+gga, i love the hood
i still can pull up where i grew up, they gon’ treat me good
i wake up thinkin’ ’bout that bankroll, that money callin’
even though that i’m a rapper, my dog a real artist
that boy’ll paint your shirt red like you work at target (yeah)
just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party
[verse 2]
all blues inside my pocket, i just made these
in the mall splashin’, ballin’ like kd
i’m the type of n+gga go to the club, they don’t even search me (they don’t even search me)
the biggest ball, sh+t p+ss me off and they gon’ hurt you
sprite dirty, can’t see the bottom of my cup
you the type to run up a ten and don’t make sh+t else for months
i’m the type to make a ten and spend it all before i put it up
i heard you be thinkin’ i be cappin’, n+gga, test your luck (n+gga, test your luck)
my n+ggas dangerous, use a pistol, then exchange it
we the type to see a rapper and when we leave, he be chainless
they tried to pat me at the club, so i left, i got my stainless
i end up goin’ back, forgot that they had paid me
high as h+ll off of them drugs, my mama told me loosen up
my daddy told me that i need to put down my cup
i ain’t textin’ back, he could’ve at least had said, “what up?”
you don’t know how i’ve been feelin’, how you gon’ tell me ’bout some drugs, n+gga?
it get hot inside that kitchen
they said the street sh+t watered down ’cause all the n+ggas turn into b+tches
they said the street sh+t watered down ’cause n+ggas shootin’ and snitchin’
my n+gga boogz said he can clear the whole room, he got vision, n+gga

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