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tragic - glockboyz teejaee lyrics

[intro]
yeah
just left the bank, they was givin’ me problems, they think i’m scammin’ (jose the plug)
yeah

[chorus]
just left the bank, they was givin’ me problems, they think i’m scammin’
don’t even know you talkin’ to a million*dollar n*gga, no cap
mama told me when i was a kid, don’t be no snitch or no f*ggot
it’s really crazy you be hangin’ ’round with both, that sh*t tragic
i took the money out my jeans and i left it at the crib
went outside, made some more money and did that sh*t again
free the robber, he in the joint, finna stab one of your friends
if they knew what i donе did, i’d probably get a hundred years

[verse]
wе got ‘bows inside the trap just like the house of dank
the police, i don’t give them boys a chance, it get to lights [?]
it’s money on your head, if i was you, i’d just buy a drac’
you’d rather die or rather catch a case? i’m ridin’ with it every day
i’m in the streets just like a lightpole, i’m posted on the block
way past the olden sale, you ever heard that sell lock?
you ever been the main target when they start sendin’ them shots?
you ever sent them b*tches back when them boys hit your block?
ridin’ fishbowl, you must be tryna die
you the type to be on live, talkin’ ’bout you finna slide, ain’t even got a ride
you broke as h*ll, mad at everybody, you need a job
i’m puttin’ ’round with you, p*ss me off, i’ma get you fried (fried, fried)
my n*ggas love me
if i don’t like you and you walkin’ ’round with a chain, you better tuck it
nice*ass n*gga, he stuck his hand out, i ain’t touch it
when i was on tour, my n*gga showed up, we was backstage with them cutters
i got more money than y’all just off of rap
we ain’t gon’ talk about the trap
we got weed, we got this, we got that
we got tracks, we got foreigns, we got trucks, we got ‘cats
in every city we touch down in, we ride around with strap
[chorus]
just left the bank, they was givin’ me problems, they think i’m scammin’
don’t even know you talkin’ to a million*dollar n*gga, no cap
mama told me when i was a kid, don’t be no snitch or no f*ggot
it’s really crazy you be hangin’ ’round with both, that sh*t tragic
i took the money out my jeans and i left it at the crib
went outside, made some more money and did that sh*t again
free the robber, he in the joint, finna stab one of your friends
if they knew what i done did, i’d probably get a hundred years

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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