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we them - glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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[intro]
(bang that sh*t)
come on

[verse]
these balenciaga sneaks, watch where you steppin’
this a switch, it can shoot a hundred bullets in like a second
today, i woke up countin’ money, you probably woke up stressin’
how i’m smokin’, i be outside every day, ain’t nothin’ happenin’
big blunts of the exotic, i’m in the sky right now
free my n*ggas out the jails, i know they hopin’ i pop
wasn’t even thinkin’ ’bout no rap when i was servin’ crack rocks
i ain’t even sign no deal when i brought foreigns to the block, n*gga
gettin’ high as h*ll, smokin’ exotic
it feel good to f*ck the ho that tried to hold me bеfore i popped
n*gga blow me out in public, i’m gon’ blow him out his socks
tеll blue i can feel his pain, i done had a chrisean rock
everybody love you ’til that money stop
my brother got your brother dropped
two different fullies and one chopper, that’s a hundred shots (ayy, that’s a hundred shots)
i’ll f*ck around and break the rim just like shaq did
play with us, he ain’t gon’ make it to the league just like shaq kids
she wanna hang around with me, she said i’m vibin’
b*tch bad, if i rated her one through ten, i’ll dime her
i done scored a lot of buckets like james harden on the rockets
i don’t steal, but i’ll take everything from out your pockets, n*gga
[chorus]
we them n*ggas that they told you about
we them n*ggas who come to the party, shut that b*tch down
and we them n*ggas in the hood, hundred ‘bows, hundred rounds
i’m like curry, i got range, i can shoot from out of bounds
we them n*ggas that they told you about
we them n*ggas who come to the party, shut that b*tch down
and we them n*ggas in the hood, hundred ‘bows, hundred rounds
i’m like curry, i got range, i can shoot from out of bounds

[verse 2]
i’m gettin’ money now, these hoes ought to be nice
that ten milli’ like floyd in ’05, just like tyson
everybody can’t be k!llers, somebody got to be lyin’
of course you mad, look at how many of your friends that done died
i got options, she ain’t tryna sleep with me, then i’m like, “fine”
i ain’t cryin’ over no b*tch, she’ll be yours before she mine
i’m so married to that money, if it can fit, i’d put a ring on it
bro a savage, he was already on the ‘gram, he threw the beam on it
right now, i’m cruisin’ through the city with the baddest b*tch in the world
f*ckin’ up the game like derrick rose on the bulls
you ain’t got no motion, i can get you somethin’, i got pull
pay somebody to whack draymond nose if i was poole (if i was poole)

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