lirik lagu diddy da don - repeat
[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
come on, glockboyz, n~gga (bangthatsh~t)
ayy
[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
man, just know god was tryna meet you, he let you be me
red hoodie on, i’m throwin’ bullets out the windows like they was cds
don’t press rewind like i was rappin’ and i ain’t hear the beat
man, n~ggas think i’m out of town, i’m havin’ fun in the d
man, in the club with your b~tch, on the block, i got a gun with me
man, glockboy a rockstar, man, show you how to have some fun, n~gga
bun a n~gga, chase a n~gga down, might have some fun with him
and mad as h~ll these ain’t no christian louboutins and i got blood on ’em
[verse 2: diddy da don]
yop, we havin’ what you wish you had
you just rappin’ what you know, you never seen a bag
goofy~ass n~ggas thought they scored, tell ’em try again
you ain’t hittin’ blocks or gettin’ locs, then you is not my friend
stand on what you wrote ’cause you ain’t know we cut off n~ggas’ hands
i know you a thot, b~tch, i don’t want that p~ssy, though
you ain’t got no drops, b~tch, tell me what you with me for
i do my homework, you talkin’ opps, i hit ten or more
that n~gga tryna play on both sides, he got backdoored
[verse 3: the big homie]
mmm, yop
get down there, lay down, hmm, like it’s state propit
i’ll spin a n~gga block when i get bored like it’s monopoly
tote guns, no safety
if this b~tch could talk, it’d say squeeze to you [?]
i done walked a n~gga down, now he in a wheelchair
pocket dial a n~gga phone, he answer, so he still here
hmm, now his phone dead
n~gga keep on askin’ questions why we spin the blocks, f~ck you scared?
nine times out of ten, he high as h~ll
i’m so quick with this b~tch, i feel like sonic, n~gga, you can’t tell
i got plenty rounds, and i’m winnin’ out, knocked him down
that twelve mans don’t put you on sh~t, he must want you to fail
think i made it, yop, look at the clock, only time’ll tell
[verse 4: nuk]
all our ‘bows come through the mail, yeah
early morning slides, i’m on they block more than a mailman
i got rifles with the coolant on it, send you to h~ll fast
ain’t no phones on us when we go slide ’cause ain’t no pingin’ that
before i hit my hoes, i take my hoes to get bikini waxed
how they think they gon’ bodybag me? they never seen a hat
we slidin’ anyway, so tell that n~gga sit back if he scared
don’t do dreadlocks, but i’ll leave the clip up in his head
tryna catch an instant k!ll, i don’t wanna catch no [?]
don’t know sh~t about no mma, the clip filled up with fmjs
i just let her use her head, i ain’t the one she latchin’ on
lil’ b~tch, that’s a couple m’s if i pick up my rapper phone
the transaction so heavy again, feel like i’m stackin’ wrong
skrrt, i’ma act like that ain’t happen, though
if i was you and my mans got hit up, i wouldn’t be rappin’, though
they hate when we get drops and then go slide, it don’t be no fun
they don’t wanna tell you how he died because it’s cold blood
everybody see us blowin’ sh~t, even the hills got eyes
your lil’ n~ggas probably wanna be me, even the kids throw fives
everybody ’round me, sh~t got dead body vibes
you gon’ hear them .223s until your head and body hot
your lil’ b~tch the loosest with her head, spaghetti top
i keep one up on the drac’, i keep that b~tch my ready opp
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