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roadrunner glockboyz tez - rollbounce lyrics

[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
(renwy got the f+ckin’ sauce—)
n+gga, n+gga, you know how this sh+t go
n+gga, n+gga, you know how this sh+t go
(hey, chapo got the sauce)

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
ayy, shake that ass for a stepper
strap fallin’ down my pants, i can’t even grab my weapon
we fapped that n+gga up, b+tch, stop askin’ me what happened
tried to hop up on that freeway, met him at the intersection (ayy, ayy)
we be slidin’ every time, we be together like some skates
i be droppin’ two fours, you ain’t gon’ see me droppin’ rakes
they ain’t wanna talk, now i wanna talk, now i’m fake
she ain’t wanna let me f+ck last year, and now i’m bae
yeah, now that’s my b+tch, though
b+tch think my d+ck hard, that’s the bl!ck, though
jet got some new opps in, what they hip for?
chopper had him bouncin’ in the whip like a six+four
n+gga, ayy
i said, “chopper had him jumpin’ up and down in the whip like a six+four” (like a six+four)
if she don’t wanna act right, let that b+tch go (let that b+tch go)
every time an opp die, try to hit they ho
n+gga

[chorus: roadrunner glockboyz tez & bandgang biggs]
n+gga, n+gga, you know how this sh+t go
n+gga, n+gga, you know how this sh+t go (come on, now)
n+gga, n+gga, you know how this sh+t go
n+gga, n+gga, you know how this sh+t go
[verse 2: bandgang biggs]
i be tryna tell tez chill, all he know is drill
i’m like put this money on the floor, he like, “be for real”
i’m like, “you right”, every time my n+ggas score, i get hype
it get hot up on the 6, call fat molly for a pint
let ’em hit that block again, they won’t make it past mark twain
think i hit him in his head, ooh, you see that n+gga brains
he was a k!ller ’til he bumped into them k!llers, now he changed
you won’t see me on the ‘gram tryna argue for a name, that sh+t silly
leave my white boy alone, i’m servin’ billy (yeah)
buffs got thirty pointers, neck froze, i’m feelin’ chilly
he would’ve dropped you on the other side actin’ w+lly+nilly
i won’t stop trappin’ ’til you see me in a richard mille (iced as f+ck)

[outro: bandgang biggs]
i’ma f+ck around and bust down the richard
i’ma f+ck around and bust down these b+tches
i’ma f+ck around and, these b+tches
i’ma f+ck around and turn up on these hoes
i’ma f+ck around and let these n+ggas know
i’ma f+ck around and—
f+ck around and keep her cold
haha
what we on, tez?
these n+ggas can’t f+ck with us
it’s big biggs in this b+tch

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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