roadrunner glockboyz tez - what block lyrics
[intro: glockboyz tez]
glockboyz c’mon
[hook: glockboyz tez]
cap, boy what block y’all be on?
n+ggas only try to pull up on the block when we gone
on facetime with the opps wish i can pop ’em through the phone
that ain’t his real drop he posted that sh+t when he got home
[verse 1: glockboyz tez]
every time we got a beef i never back down
n+ggas tryna wrestle with me this ain’t smackdown
real sh+t you’ll get fapped down
he was chasing clout now you got him on yo background
y’all believe anything, these n+ggas big cap
my fans f+ck with me they say i ain’t miss yet
he died last year come and get yo’ l!ck back
put a holе in him i hope one of y’all n+ggas know how to fix flats
in that fast lane trеat my real whip like a stoley
they had the drop we was outside posted up like a goalie
you ain’t ready or this sh+t baby boy, jody
n+gga saying he on my ass shut up show me
say that money it a save him
she a come over your crib and set you up like some cable (like at&t)
you wouldn’t slide if a park paid you
it’s all fun and games bet that sh+t ain’t gone be funny when i blaze you
ain’t no virgins in the game everybody popped something
capping out behind tints behind with rifles while i’m opp hunting
392 the decoy let the scat get in the front
i heard yo’ homeboy died in the hood he need a jump n+gga
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
i heard yo hoemboy died man y’all was tryna wake him up n+gga
man like football in the street we just touch n+ggas
n+gga like basketball we take him out the game we sub n+ggas
now he trackstar he running after i shot the gun n+gga
man what block n+ggas on
they think i’m scared and out of town they don’t know that i’m at home
on facetime with the opps tryna get the drop through the phone
feeling like nuk you know that brra brra my favorite song n+gga
man fast thangs with no plates my favorite cars
better stop while you ahead if you was smart
turn yo scat pack to a dart
in la chilling with the sparks
see you don’t get it but with the ar that sh+t like tearing a car apart
n+gga rock, paper, scissors, glock that’s my new sh+t
my old hoe keep calling i’m on the block with my new b+tch
making illegal turns the strap on me i’m really stupid
ion pay for new sauce my uncle hit me with his whole wrist
[hook: glockboyz tez]
cap, boy what block y’all be on?
n+ggas only try to pull up on the block when we gone
on facetime with the opps wish i can pop ’em through the phone
that ain’t his real drop he posted that sh+t when he got home
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