lirik lagu tye henney - khris middleton
[intro: glockboyz teejaee & tye henney]
yeah (yeah)
([?] just went crazy on this)
got the whole gang in here with me
this sh~t far, though
yeah, n~gga
yeah
[verse 1: tye henney & glockboyz teejaee]
4 a.m., the block still jumpin’
had to tell brodie calm down, he tryna k!ll somethin’
where your ski mask at? this n~gga a real brunny
dealin’ off a jigga, i’d k!ll you for some pill money, n~gga
i ain’t even tryna talk unless you tryna spread
f~ck your lil’ show, i ain’t gon’ go if i can’t get it in
hit it with a one, then again, that sh~t still a ten
n~gga, for the bucks, i’ll play the corner like i’m middleton
b~tch, f~ck a baecation, i got work for sale
i let that p~ssy burn out more than my clientele (uh~uh)
it sell fast, got more hitters than the nfl
thousand~eight grams of fishscale, it might tip the scale
i see them lights, then them headnip
and i got my l bang, i turn to prove my innocence
eighty~dollar blunts, hit it once and let her finish it
freaky lil’ b~tch that got her tongue one on finish him
n~gga, once you snitch, you know we canceling your membership
ain’t beefin’ ’bout no b~tch, too many hoes to be a tender d~ck
n~ggas wolfin’ on the ‘net tryna get a lil’ clout
until we pull up like an ooram be right outside your house
n~gga, if you ain’t talkin’ money, then what the f~ck we talkin’ ’bout?
b~tch, i don’t need no gps ’cause i already know the route
drivin’ back from down south, ’cause i steer this sh~t from [?]
lil’ b~tch ain’t even my b~tch, [?] (come on, glockboyz, n~gga)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah, you tryna hang with me, you better grab your gun
i’m the glockboy, i’ll go outside and shoot n~ggas for fun, n~gga
60k in blues, they thinkin’ i’m a cuz
the chopper, we call this b~tch a cut, it’ll hit, give you a buzz (yeah)
fast cars, fast guns, fast money
i f~ck hoes when i be high, they get to actin’ like they love me
i’ll rob you for your watch, if i was you, i wouldn’t trust me
and i run off with your bag, if i pay you, n~gga, you lucky (boy)
dior, i’ma mix this with the gucci
if murder was the case, you’d go to jail and probably sing like lucci
that was your b~tch, but she gave me the coochie
i be trippin’ without my drugs, i get real moody
n~gga, drive~bys, we don’t f~ck with those, we do walk~ups
man, you the type of n~gga go to jail, you’d probably talk up
i ain’t never had no job, we won’t let no n~gga boss us
i got more hoes in my hood than the city bus
when it get dark, that’s when them k!llers come outside
move smart, take the plates off, and then you go and slide
you the type of n~gga get shot, then go live
try to shoot him in his head so i can see what’s on his mind
(yeah)
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu まだ見たことのないセカイ (madaseka) - blue rose
- lirik lagu solomon - bando boss
- lirik lagu kryfuze - when i'm okay (nightcore)
- lirik lagu грис (gris) (rus) - соль и лёд (salt and ice)
- lirik lagu destroythesystem - shellshoked
- lirik lagu carmen sánchez viamonte - rayos láser
- lirik lagu esteban rojas - bilbor
- lirik lagu places to hide - wild n soft
- lirik lagu angel murray - you wish
- lirik lagu koronus - the vessel