promo - glockboyz teejaee lyrics
[intro]
yeah
this street sh*t’ll get— n*gga
glockboyz, n*gga
boy
(keep it up, sharkboy)
[verse 1]
this street sh*t get serious, we ain’t come to play no games (yeah)
i don’t know ’bout you and yours, but me and mine tryna get fame
we was bustin’ n*ggas’ heads, takin’ glasses before the fame
we probably still’ll slime you out, it’s just different ’cause sh*t done changed
everybody know my face, it be hard for me to do my thing
can barely run my game on a b*tch because she know my name
you don’t know how sh*t feel, your dog die, and his family sayin’ y’all to blame
we used to leave ‘еm at the crib and now we ride with k’s (wе ride with k’s now)
my n*ggas grew up in the streets, we all thuggin’, pistol poppin’
my brother hit the club, we still poppin’
ask about me in the hood, they’ll probably tell you i keep the rocket
they’ll probably tell you, “he was playin’ with my money”, somebody shot him (baow)
they can’t believe this sh*t i did and i done saw it
free my dog, they got him down for a body, i want him off
i would’ve just gps’ed myself to the money, then i got lost
i’m out the way countin’ up forty all blues in the loft
[chorus]
i’m usually there trappin’ to beat my way from out the hood
we had came up doin’ the worst, but now we livin’ good (now we livin’ good)
if i ain’t rap, i wouldn’t have moved, n*gga, i love the hood
i still can pull up where i grew up, they gon’ treat me good
i wake up thinkin’ ’bout that bankroll, that money callin’
even though that i’m a rapper, my dog a real artist
that boy’ll paint your shirt red like you work at target (yeah)
just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party
[verse 2]
all blues inside my pocket, i just made these
in the mall splashin’, ballin’ like kd
i’m the type of n*gga go to the club, they don’t even search me (they don’t even search me)
the biggest ball, sh*t p*ss me off and they gon’ hurt you
sprite dirty, can’t see the bottom of my cup
you the type to run up a ten and don’t make sh*t else for months
i’m the type to make a ten and spend it all before i put it up
i heard you be thinkin’ i be cappin’, n*gga, test your luck (n*gga, test your luck)
my n*ggas dangerous, use a pistol, then exchange it
we the type to see a rapper and when we leave, he be chainless
they tried to pat me at the club, so i left, i got my stainless
i end up goin’ back, forgot that they had paid me
high as h*ll off of them drugs, my mama told me loosen up
my daddy told me that i need to put down my cup
i ain’t textin’ back, he could’ve at least had said, “what up?”
you don’t know how i’ve been feelin’, how you gon’ tell me ’bout some drugs, n*gga?
it get hot inside that kitchen
they said the street sh*t watered down ’cause all the n*ggas turn into b*tches
they said the street sh*t watered down ’cause n*ggas shootin’ and snitchin’
my n*gga boogz said he can clear the whole room, he got vision, n*gga
[chorus]
i’m usually there trappin’ to beat my way from out the hood
we had came up doin’ the worst, but now we livin’ good (now we livin’ good)
if i ain’t rap, i wouldn’t have moved, n*gga, i love the hood
i still can pull up where i grew up, they gon’ treat me good
i wake up thinkin’ ’bout that bankroll, that money callin’
even though that i’m a rapper, my dog a real artist
that boy’ll paint your shirt red like you work at target (yeah)
just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party
[outro]
(keep it up, sharkboy)
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