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bulletproof - roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
come on, glockboyz, n*gga
know we still in the streets, n*gga

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez & glockboyz teejaee]
this streets sh*t watered down, all the lames tryna be tough (tryna be tough)
everything i see, these n*ggas do, they wanna be us (tryna d*ck suck)
n*ggas goin’ broke tryna keep up (tryna keep up)
i could get a n*gga stepped on with my feet up (while i’m chillin’, though)
could’ve ducked your taco (fire ringin’ like a bell, yeah)
don’t put that ‘wood out (we smoke opps to the tail, come on)
got some p*ssy from her, then i (hammed her like a nail)
i heard they shooter died, wizard hit him with a spell
i heard you be throwin’ ass, throw it back, then (throw it back then)
i heard your booty move faster than a mac*10
fire say no guns, still brought the straps in (you know i got it on me)
it’s gon’ go like the same club jordan fapped in (come on, glockboyz, n*gga)
ayy, n*ggas capped out
hit a wrestle move on your b*tch, she tapped out (yeah)
hit that n*gga seven times, he cr*pped out (yeah, cr*p out)
i’m tryna shoot and drive, i ain’t gon’ lie, i almost snapped out
her box drop like a pop*tart with no frosting in it
just looked at a new crib, i got lost in it (i almost got lost in it)
i ain’t got no dog, crib still got dog sh*t in it
her p*ssy slippery when wet, take caution in it
she think i’m number two, i’m the one, though (i’m that one n*gga)
i don’t backdoor sh*t, i go through the front door (i’m right here)
when it’s time to show out, i be in the front row (you gotta know that)
only time i give an opp a pass when the blunt low (n*gga)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
i go repeat what that glock*23, might bring it back
don’t let me see four*three and i’m gon’ shoot him like a crack
man, hoes know n*gga for they meat, they still see me and be like, “who is that?”
n*gga, you booked me for a show, tell ’em don’t touch me ’cause i’m bringin’ strap
real bulletproof the whip, a hundred sh*lls in this b*tch
give me they current location, sh*t, i’ll show you how i live
i’m out in cali, flew a b*tch from nyc, she brought a bib with her
deuce in her head, she gotta know i’m sittin’ my kids on her
wizard kelly, n*ggas never see me, i still be around
make the b*tch bring me some money, send that b*tch back out of town
man, i’m a boss, i’m like jay*c with beyoncé out of bounds
i’m in the opps’ hood with baby k, man, i do this all the time
n*ggas runnin’ low, sh*t, i be runnin’ high with that chop out
you make house payments, you ain’t there, then we gon’ chill inside your house
heard [?] was takin’ hits, got an extra ten, hit a n*gga in his mouth
two hundred thousand upstairs, three of them choppers in the couch, n*gga (in the couch, n*gga)
(come on)

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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