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lirik lagu rellbaby & glockboyz teejaee - glocks

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[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
come on, glockboyz, nigga
yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
niggas run around this bitch actin’ like keys, i’m tryna make somethin’
i came from nothin’, remember we ain’t had nothin’, i used to take money
my main mans, he ran it up, ain’t even fuck with me (tommy ii)
yeah, i ain’t trippin’, though (i ain’t trippin’ on)
i know who comin’ with me when i bust that check (yeah)
ask these hoes, i play it different, we don’t talk ’bout sex
and i’m like dame, i really live it, so i talk like that (so i talk like that)
i ain’t scared, you piss me off and i’ma break your jaw
my nigga blocks ready to shoot, boy, don’t piss him off (nigga, don’t piss him off)
let’s keep it real, wе got them niggas scared, panickin’
man, i pray to god i see a face, i sеnd ’em where my granny at
boy, i get high and count the money when i’m bored
man, realest nigga of the year, somebody go get my award
used to catch the bus to the mall lookin’ at shit i couldn’t afford
that’s the reason i buy j’s now and never get no forbes
man, i don’t care how bad she is, she get too fanned out, i’ma hoe her
nigga, me and lonnie like the splash bros, we be scorin’
man, my lil’ brother, he goin’ through some shit, these hoes be score
and my new lil’ bitch, she mean as hell, i think that ho a taurus (man, i think this ho a taurus)
they like, “there them niggas go, they be always on that other shit”
i get money with my main ho, just be fuckin’ on my other bitch
i quit fuckin’ with my brother, he wasn’t on shit (’cause he wasn’t on shit)
she just kept suckin’ after i nutted, i’m like, “oh shit” (i’m like, “oh shit”)
[verse 2: rellbaby]
you can change for the better, scratch the old shit
loyalty like money and them strips, it’ll go quick
first night, low~key, i’m movin’ with a ghost blick
yeah, what else could a single parent do?
often had food, but had a flappy mouth pair of shoes
nigga send one bullet, best believe we gettin’ our lick back
ten thousand for a reference if you help me push this shot trap
hot water boilin’, hell naw, we don’t sell crack
still’ll sell a tenth for a nicknack
this shit’ll rise your teeth out, you need a roof cap
niggas tuck they chains askin’ where they jewels at
shit right back in style, don’t wanna see no fake true hats
huntin’ with the wolves, i ain’t no sheep (i ain’t no sheep)
rubbin’ off the paint, i ain’t rasheem (ayy)

[verse 3]
got to count all my pills, i got like twelve bars
yeah, ayy
r.i.p shawn
that was lil’ bro, we fuck hoes together, r.i.p [?], we real broad
matching mannequins, lil’ bitch, sow me up
four hundred, got her nails did, just greivin’
i’ll tweak out and get on there and get in that field
ready to pop heads
sit a nigga, yeah, where they granny at
caught a fin, he brought three hundred a gram
you ain’t coppin’ shit if i ain’t pick you out
or you was hand~picked
oh, you wanna be yss? you gotta be ready for the bloodshed
naw, you gotta pull up, serve and swerve
cod, bitch, i be ready to pop heads
went to the peep, huh, yeah, and left a mess
(yeah, bitch, come cop a pack)


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