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crash out - roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
glockboyz sh*t, n*gga
f*ck the opps
come on, ayy

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
n*ggas die about that rap sh*t
you would’ve never got shot if you ain’t rap, b*tch
he ain’t like that in person, he a catfish
shooter don’t talk, all that n*gga do is fap sh*t
if he get hit with that— he finished
he don’t want percent, he’d be dead in a minute
actin’ like that whip his, everybody know it’s rented
opps so motherf*ckin’ scared, they got they windshields tinted
ayy, she told me eat her out, i put my gun in it
she told you eat her out, you put your tongue in it
when it’s time to use his gun, he gon’ run with it
burn a n*gga up, give him a tan like the sun did it
ayy, you would’ve thought he was dead
that n*gga look just like a dolphin, got a hole in his head (ayy)
on money, better not run up on me, he got holes in his legs
this ain’t no air mattress, but i got some hoes in the bed
got a n*gga baby mama eatin’ d*ck up
she ate my sh*t so motherf*ckin’ fast, she caught the hiccups
when you shoot the switch, aim that b*tch low, it’s gon’ kick up
i’m tryna let the chopper ring, why these n*ggas never pick up?
[verse 2: iamtk peso]
peso
how you out here catchin’ bodies, but you missed us?
picked his b*tch up and got blew, ain’t give a crip up
how much them takers? n*ggas know to have that sh*t tucked
’cause soon as that sh*t get in our presence, it turn to christmas
i don’t go back and forth with an opp, i want somebody dead
tez could be slidin’ on a bike, i’ma ride the pegs
the last kit, we ain’t k!ll him, but left him blind instead
that n*gga won’t even see us comin’ when we slide again
play with me, n*ggas already know what time it is
i be quick to jump on top of beef like a condiment
n*ggas see us, turn to police, should’ve stayed out of it
now you droppin’ dimes with your friends, boy, that’s common sense
lil’ dummy, you know my n*ggas love to crash out
leave that n*gga in front of his crib like the trash out
cut a b*tch, soon as i cut her, she gotta stab out
she call her n*gga like, “i’m just leavin’ my dad house”
ride around with chops and monkey nuts’ll leave you assed out
n*ggas shrimps, we gon’ cook ’em like the crab house
thought he was a shooter ’til we caught him and he lagged out

[outro: iamtk peso]
yeah
you know what the f*ck goin’ on
peso
glockboyz
what up, tez?

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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