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call back - glockboyz teejaee lyrics

call back lyrics
[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(f*ck the fire, we got grease)
come on, glockboyz, n*gga
(his name’s pablo)

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee & rtb mb]
man, i’m like chris tucker, n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with the smoke, dog
and matter fact, man, i’m a menace just like o*dog
i’m in the crib with your b*tch throwin’ franklins like it’s snowfall
sh*t, we pull up with them sticks on the scene if my bro call
n*gga, i used to skip the whole school, ain’t make it to the hall
sh*t, i was broke as h*ll, you wouldn’t catch me in no mall
man, i be tellin’ hoes i love ’em, after i f*ck ’em, i don’t call
yeah, i would never call back

[verse 1: rtb mb & glockboyz teejaee]
type of n*gga f*ck your main b*tch and tell hеr fall back
man, pull up on a n*gga, steal one of his homies, can’t gеt your dog back
and what you call that? a victim
you better watch your main dogs, he double*cross you like he christian
i’m from the south, but i got n*ggas throwin’ five like jameis winston
before rappin’, i had hoes bringin’ me money like i was pimpin’
now i f*ck hoes that i ain’t never saw in life, it’s gettin’ ridiculous
did it again, couple thousand on the ‘fit, ain’t even take no pics

[verse 2: rtb mb]
slapped my b*tch, then i hit the gas, i told her she can’t take no sh*ts
purple in that baby bottle, told my niece she can’t take no sips
all these blues on us, i overhead b*tches sayin’, “they so crip”
told an opp mama i’ma pop her and her son over ray ho sh*t
[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
i know my b*tch curious, she just went grocery shoppin’, i’m finna raid her sh*t
n*ggas workin’, get no money, that sh*t don’t make no sense
i’m like a n*gga that’s constipated, i don’t take no sh*t
i be f*ckin’ her ’til she cry, but she don’t take the d*ck

[verse 4: rtb mb]
last n*gga died, i advise you not to make no diss
n*gga, that’s like suicide
we’ll let them rugers fly
f*ck your b*tch from two to five
pull out them dracs on the weekend, your whole crew’ll die

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
n*gga think i got the hoes ’cause he just caught me out with two of mine
i’m drivin’ fast, my granny say this sh*t’s like suicide
i’m finna meet up with the plug, i got my shoes untied
man, house n*ggas really make me mad, i hate they guts
like i was joggin’ uphill, i ran it up
and she like, “when you comin’ home?” i’m like, “probably a couple months”
i’m really already at home, she just don’t know it, i’m the one

[verse 6: rtb mb]
they like, “what type of sticks you got?” it’s asthma, probably a couple pumps
my n*ggas tryna air some n*ggas, probably make ’em jump
that switch hit his shoulder and his knee, it probably made him krump
that b*tch think she sl!ck as h*ll, she puttin’ molly in that punch
i called her last second for the neck, she don’t choke up in that clutch
i said it’s her and her friend, i made ’em double dutch
i feel like mike redd with them 22s if you ever owe me bucks
and teejaee caught an opp, he got to cheesin’, so i called him chuck
[chorus: glockboyz teejaee & rtb mb]
man, i’m like chris tucker, n*ggas ain’t f*ckin’ with the smoke, dog
and matter fact, man, i’m a menace just like o*dog
i’m in the crib with your b*tch throwin’ franklins like it’s snowfall
sh*t, we pull up with them sticks on the scene if my bro call
n*gga, i used to skip the whole school, ain’t make it to the hall
sh*t, i was broke as h*ll, you wouldn’t catch me in no mall
man, i be tellin’ hoes i love ’em, after i f*ck ’em, i don’t call
yeah, i would never call back

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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