roadrunner glockboyz tez - wicked lyrics
[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
d+mn, i like how i was on that b+tch
(i hear you, gc)
glockboyz
[chorus: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
you better play with somethin’ safe, it get wicked over here
he said what? glock got to blowin’ a bl!cky over there
i don’t f+ck with them no more, them n+ggas iffy over there
he a corn with some bread, n+ggas jiffy over there
[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
yeah, he a b+tch
put a b+tton on the back, now the glock got a glitch
i’m with 9k if i’m not with my b+tch
i don’t hang with rap n+ggas if they not in my sh+t
ain’t play with it, soon as we got the drop, we spinned it back to back
bro just caught a hat, then another hat, tryna catch another hat
if you give the ball to me, i ain’t goin’ off, i ain’t no running back
n+ggas tryna squash the beef now, i ain’t with none of that
[chorus: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
you better play with somethin’ safe, it get wicked over here
he said what? glock got to blowin’ a bl!cky over there
i don’t f+ck with them no more, them n+ggas iffy over there
he a corn with some bread, n+ggas jiffy over there
[verse 2: bandgang masoe]
i got fifty thou’ cash on me right now, at this moment
any time i see some sh+t iffy, uh, i’m blowin’
i know you probably love this b+tch to death, but n+gga, she goin’
we put wings on n+ggas like terrell owens, facts
every n+gga disrespected dots got whacked
never fell off, just fell back and got some racks
this year, my mama so much pape’, she had a heart attack
we run through hoes, you arrest ’em, n+gga, you cardiac
[verse 3: shredgang mone]
don’t believe this sh+t they sayin’, them n+ggas b+tches over there
give his ass a headtap, got bullets rippin’ through his hair
twin glocks, they twenty+threes, twenties in ’em, they a pair
every time i get a pint, i pour it up, i love to share it
[verse 4: bandgang javar]
they could’ve took us all down
the feds sick we all up at least two hundred thou’
whites don’t even rap, be in the videos spreadin’ fifty
teejaee and boom in the background flashin’ glizzy
[verse 5: scarface horse]
i ride around, just me and pat, the chop came with sixty
his ass been dead for so long, his blood look like whiskey
i ain’t gon’ never stop k!llin’ ’til i’m in the bentley
i feel like my n+gga paid, pour it in a simply
[verse 6: bandgang javar]
i hate rappers
next n+gga diss me in a song, i’ma buy his masters
they like kountry wayne, the opps on instagram active
they might not rap, but all they friends in a d+mn casket
[verse 7: glockboyz teejaee]
they like, “teejaee just be rappin’, he ain’t on sh+t”
man, who you know’ll bl!ck you down and f+ck your b+tch?
my dog, he quit robbin’, nowadays, he just be takin’ hits
so if your watch is worth a hundred, me and boom just gon’ split the l!ck
i hang around some real demons, boy, we different
a thousand bullets in the crib, sh+t, i’m just chillin’ with my n+ggas
tryna catch a hat, i pray we see a face, ’cause we gon’ k!ll him
i sip lean, i buy liquor for the hoes and they get litty
[verse 8: bandgang lonnie bands]
that sh+t you braggin’ ’bout regular
i done had a lot of fiends, b+tches on the passenger (b+tch)
treat them hoes regular, erase ’em off the schedule (uh+huh, uh+huh)
the molly came lavender, my ho run that cabbage up (uh+huh)
and i play the manager, wonder why they mad at us (uh+huh)
lonnie been havin’, lonnie been trappin’
treat double wrap it up through ice, only wrap it once
i ain’t even slept in months, feel like i ain’t did enough
all i smoke is tear buds, ghost sadity in my blunt
d+mn jit my d+mn lungs, lemon cherry with the runtz
won’t catch me in no d+mn club unless they pay me ten+plus
i get thirty+sixes for a dub, the cartel up
[verse 9]
k!ll who? you a b+tch, we turn n+ggas into air
arp red beam, all my shooter hit his hair
glock 17, titties on this b+tch and a square
ej clutch just like curry, gotta take him everywhere
brand+new [?] sh+t, back to back, ask rock, red handed
i be really shreddin’ sh+t, definition of a bandit
hundred racks ain’t sh+t, on my mama, still can flash it
lot of n+ggas went broke, i went to jail still slappin’
made fifty off the tune on the yard with murk trappin’
had a knife big as jason, h+ll nah, i ain’t scr+ppin’
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