lirik lagu roadrunner glockboyz tez - gbbg
[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
ayy
[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez & the godfather]
black n~gga with a black gun, hit him in his arm
he tried to turn around and run, i hit his back somethin’
this four~five’ll make a n~gga back back somethin’
that n~gga lie so much, he probably got a cap gun
where the f~ck these rappers at? i’m tryna wrap somethin’ (where y’all n~ggas at?)
if you don’t got no gun on you, then the doctor better have some (he finna have [?])
he said he finna slide on me, told him, “have fun” (have fun)
he don’t want no smoke like he got some bad lungs
ayy, i’m a glockboy
b~tch, i don’t play with no n~gga, would’ve shot boy
b~tch, if you a hot girl, i’m a hot boy
b~tch n~gga actin’ like he on that, but he not on sh~t
ayy, he ain’t on sh~t for real
that n~gga probably nеver ever took a hit for rеal (never ever)
f~ck corona, i’d leave a n~gga sick for real
mad as h~ll, this b~tch ain’t even eat the d~ck for real (ayy)
i could show you how to take a life
i’ma hit him with that left, let nello hit him with that right
i let her ride it like a bike
i just took a n~gga stick, n~gga thought that i was nice
ayy, n~gga thought that i was cool, i done took the n~gga tool
if he would’ve raised his hand, i would’ve took his ass to school
he used to talk wet, where he at now? (yeah)
tez let me see your gun, i ain’t that high (you know what the f~ck goin’ on, n~gga)
[verse 2: the godfather]
i already shot your ass, i’m on the next guy
you broke as h~ll, you chasin’ money for your next high (you high as h~ll, n~gga)
got a scope on every gun like it’s black ops (like call of duty)
you know the dope came clean, but the rest toxic
in the o sellin’ blues, i’m hotter than scottie
feelin’ like my n~gga fully, b~tches call me papi
i keep one up top, boy, i’m ridin’ with ahki
don’t give a f~ck his ass dead, still robbin’ a body (take it off him)
just scored on an eight, got it from my auntie
heard he seen me, now he dead, know he wish he could’ve shot me
chopper bullets stretch his fat ass out, he think he doin’ pilates
i just sacrificed a bag, got it gone, illuminati (gone)
you n~ggas be hatin’ from afar on the high~key (why?)
you wanna beef with me, then run a bag up just like me (like me)
you wanna meet your maker, send you to his ass politely
don’t never need no pill to k!ll, just do it like i’m nike (check, check)
my b~tch don’t like when i f~ck off an addies, i’m a hype freak
was catchin’ body years ago when i only was nineteen
i’m twenty~three, i keep a 23, this ain’t no 19 (yep)
you won’t catch me sippin’ on no drank unless the pint clean
n~gga, you can cop all my drugs, but the price mean
know an oldhead that come and smoke you on a ten~speed
hop out, get to shootin’ with the fully like i’m ten deep
thinkin’ it’s the grim reaper, they don’t know it’s just me
you know what the f~ck goin’ on, n~gga
know we charged the f~ck up
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