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roadrunner glockboyz tez - glockboy story lyrics

[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez & glockboyz teejaee]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
this recordin’ already?
glockboyz, n+gga
come on, glockboyz, n+gga
come on
yeah
ayy

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez & glockboyz teejaee]
look, them glockboyz aggressive (rrr)
he tryna put insurance on his self like progressive (yeah)
this some real ‘za, them zips went up like a jacket
if your b+tch throw some p+ssy at me, i’ma catch it (let me get that)
i put my arms around your b+tch neck like a necklace
make them n+ggas move to another block, tetris (get on)
you let your dog die, i would’vе helped him (i would’ve hеlped my n+gga)
you gave that n+gga sh+t back, we would’ve kept it
we don’t never take the elevator, we be steppin’
do you act like that by yourself? that’s the question (that’s the real question)
i don’t even go in walmart without my weapon (without my—)
if i see an opp tryna shop, watch what happen
ayy, cleanup on aisle 3
everything that n+gga rapped about cap, it just sound sweet
she can’t set the play, this an out+of+town freak
if you ain’t tryna slide, you can’t be around me (get the f+ck on)
ayy, you can’t come around me (can’t even come around)
if you ain’t tryna slide, you can’t come around me (can’t even come the f+ck around, n+gga)
get the f+ck on
glockboyz, n+gga
if you ain’t tryna slide, don’t get in the whip, then
if your ass in the way, you gettin’ hit, then
rip bando, he was the hitman
seen i’m losin’ all my pape’, should’ve popped the chip man
ayy, make that n+gga take a dirt nap (take that dirt nap)
y’all don’t even post that n+gga, where his shirt at? (ayy, where his shirt at?)
f+ck a flunky, we gon’ hit him where it hurt at
we don’t eat beef raw, b+tch, we burn that (you know we cook it)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
can’t come around and just be gang, you gotta earn that
that n+gga died like last year, man, where his shirt at?
street n+gga, man, she was bustin’ all on me, i had to blow back
man, bustin’ bold and asked my n+gga where them birds at?
man, i got bird flu, finna quit rappin’ and start trappin’, i’ll probably serve you
i’m into break a n+gga head just like a perm do
we ain’t dirty, but we be slimin’ n+ggas out just like a worm do
man, she thought, “you ain’t talk to me since we f+cked, n+gga, i hate you”
them my favorite kind of hoes, man, they be always down to f+ck again (them my favorite kind of hoes)
left me on read tryna be mad, i went and f+cked her friend
n+gga, i’m back, i had fifty and made a fifty again
my youngins stuffin’ hoes inside the lamb’, we had to squeeze ’em in
we the glockboyz, they gotta let us in with them ones, sneak ’em in
if they don’t move after we slide, then we gon’ come again
and i ain’t goin’ broke, i got hoes, and they bring it in
you need some ‘bows, then call malvo for that twenty twin (man, for that twenty twin, n+gga)
come on, glockboyz, n+gga
you ain’t tryna slide, don’t get in the whip
i got fully automatic glock all on my—
hold on
go ahead, yeah, yeah
i got fully automatic glocks and switches on my hip
i got—, yeah, keep that, come on, it’s good
hmm

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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