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not rap - lando bando, rio da yung og & glockboyz teejaee lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh*t, that’s a danny g beat)
(it’s lando, your b*tch know, don’t let your b*tch go, n*gga)

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
i’m on the road with a whole thing in the car
let’s write a book about my life, sh*t, i don’t even know where to start
it’s her first time in the foreign, she don’t even know how to start it
in the airport sleep, i dropped a fumble ‘fore the plane departed
it ain’t hard to get no money, just buy a bag
i been f*cked off like twenty thousand this month and i ain’t even tryna brag
said i was done trappin’, why the f*ck i wake up, buy a half?
i gave it to my n*gga, he beat it up and gave it back, yeah

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
7.62s comin’ out thе k have him cartwheelin’
i probably say the dumbest sh*t in my songs, but i’m a smart n*gga
spray his canvas down with thе tre pound, i do art with it
oh, you lookin’ for da yung og? i’m at the park with it
this a 2021 lam’ truck, bro, it start different
if you don’t get that f*ckin’ car off my yard, you gotta park different
scary*ass n*gga got a chest, but ain’t no heart in it
stepped out the booth in a different outfit, i’m clark kent

[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
fresh as h*ll for no reason, i ain’t doin’ sh*t
you like tom brady when it’s goin’ down, you probably pass the bl!ck
she came through and sucked the d*ck, i ain’t have to ask for sh*t
she just like me ’cause i rap, she don’t even know i’m rich
sh*t be crazy when the n*ggas who don’t like you turn to fans
i was always on the block, ain’t never been to a school dance
i spent a thousand on my cup and a thousand on my pants
i’m so fresh, i need these pictures for my n*ggas in the feds
[verse 4: rio da yung og]
exclusive moncler, you won’t see this on farfetch
stop tellin’ me i’m applyin’ pressure, i ain’t started yet
okay, the lean seems to be clean, i ain’t fart yet
up in cali in the studio they made “baby shark” at
electric glock hold two hundred shots, i can charge that
n*gga talkin’ ’bout he gon’ throw me five for a verse, should i charge that?
matter fact, f*ck this song, n*gga, where the wock’ at?
all thirty shots for my glock, i don’t even know where the stock at

[verse 5: glockboyz teejaee]
the fully goin’ off, it’s lookin’ like fireworks
we put your homie on a shirt, that’s my favorite merch
say he ain’t never had the dog, i told him try it first
took a tester, wanted some more, i told him buy it first
i got glock, bro got glock, we like twins
if i ain’t had no money, then the glock’d pay my bills
if i ain’t had no money, i’d rob you, to be real
i’m a young n*gga from the ghetto, now i live inside the hills

[verse 6: rio da yung og]
exclusive louis shoes, i ain’t get these off stockx
b*tch, i fall in love when you give me head like that, you better stop that
million*dollar n*gga in the dope house where the rocks at
i was sellin’ dope in a costume, alright
sellin’ dope on halloween with the work in my top hat
okay, that sh*t real close to it, but it’s not act’
this n*gga sprayed a water gun at me, i shot a glock back
this sh*t talking 101, bro, this not rap

- lando bando rio da yung og glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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