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raise yo hand - roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

[intro]
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
come on
you know what the f*ck goin’ on, n*gga
man

[verse 1]
i done lost my dog to the system
i done got caught with a pistol (man)
my favorite shooter got hit with a whistle
wipe a n*gga nose without no tissue
if we catch you on that line of scrimage, we gon’ blitz you
seven hundred horses in the ‘cat, this motherf*cker gettin’ up
he got fapped in the car, your mans died sittin’ up
caught a dead n*gga on the ‘gram, he can’t pick it up
where they buried dog dirty ass so i can dig him up?
hit everybody but the kids
i don’t givе a f*ck how you got it, n*gga, get it how you live
if we see somеbody, let me get him first, i got dibs
he was doin’ all that cappin’, got hit all in the lid
huh, already got my mind made, when i see you, i’ma pop you
i’m the plug, if you let me get up on you, i’ma shock you
shootin’ two glocks, they be makin’ noise like maracas
took that chain with your mans on it, he got held hostage
i told my n*gga tighten up, he ain’t listen (he ain’t listen)
i could’ve died a couple times, but i didn’t (thank god)
smokin’ on this what’s her name, this sh*t hittin’
only time we had fun when we spinnin’
nine choppers at the chopper house
free my n*gga 9k, he got forty for a body, b*tch, free my n*gga nate
we don’t bang ovo, but we be ridin’ with that drac’
when you hear that k clap, that mean, “b*tch, get out the way”
[chorus]
raise your hand if you be goin’ on them skits (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you get active with your bl!ck (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you a real n*gga b*tch (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you do real n*gga sh*t (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you be goin’ on them skits (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you get active with your bl!ck (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you a real n*gga b*tch (raise your hand)
raise your hand if you do real n*gga sh*t
’cause

[verse 2]
n*ggas faker than the hoes
you ain’t never stripped a n*gga, never took a n*gga pole
never shot sh*t, you ain’t never sent a n*gga home
glockboy be on that, better leave dog alone (for real)
i put sh*t together like some pliers (for real)
i made a fiend steal a plate for the strikers (for real)
had to light an opp on the stove, i need a lighter
i’m sick we can’t make it to the drop, we need a driver
somebody told me, doggy bone a ho, i already knew it
n*ggas always tell me what they gon’ do, they ain’t gon’ do sh*t
when i don’t be rappin’, n*gga, i be goin’ through sh*t
i got so much money on me, i don’t need your two cents
[?] 9k, we forever locked in
soon as buddy ass held up, he got shot again
tapped him, like a pack of cigarettes, he got boxed in
slid on him in the same whip i’m ridin’ in
[outro]
n*gga
glockboyz sh*t, n*gga, you know what the f*ck goin’ on
n*gga, free the guys, n*gga
r.i.p the guys, n*gga
say no more

- roadrunner glockboyz tez lyrics

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