Guitar Session 056 lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Yeah
Real soldier, n*gga
Come on
Yeah

[Verse: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Them gunshots was goin' off, that's how we went to sleep (That's how we—)
Nowadays, the hood hear them shots, they'd probably think it's me (They'd probably think it's me)
We four deep with four choppers in a black Jeep
Touched down with them killers like LeBron when he was on the Heat (Yeah, yeah)
n*ggas play with us and die, you know how we steppin' (You know how we—)
Y'all n*ggas hangin' with the cops like Bookim and Resting
I spent some money on this b*tch, you feel the fabric on my sweater? (Fabric on my swеater, n*gga)
I was tryna f*ck your b*tch, you was tryna catch her
Doin' one fifty to thе E-way racin' to that money (Skrrt, skrrt)
You would think my n*ggas bang, these my blood brothers (These my blood brothers)
Your n*ggas with the bag, plus them guns on us
Bad b*tches shakin' ass, we got the ones comin'
I used to always want a bankroll
First time I seen a bag, I was geeked up like Fabo
You ain't never got no paper, you must hate the road
You must hate the pros (Yeah)
You ain't never got no b*tches, you must hate the hoes
Man, I wish they'd free my n*ggas out the feds
Like my n*gga 9K, that boy just put an opp to bed
Took a b*tch to pound town, but she ain't look like Sexyy Red
I'm f*ckin' other n*ggas' hoes until they free my n*gga Dev
Pants saggin' 'cause the ten milli' is on me
And my left pocket full of all blues, that b*tch loaded
The bankroll, it's so f*ckin' big, I can't fold it
Told my young n*gga he dropped a main opp, he get promoted (He get promoted)
I be runnin' through them streets in every city that I go to
I pulled up to your hood and asked about you, they ain't know you
She wanted to make some money with the kid, I told her send her social
She knew I was runnin' off, I told you let me owe you (Yeah)
Let me grab some lean for my Sprite
I get a room to f*ck these hoes, but I still don't spend the night
They just found my n*gga guilty of a body, told his ass good night
You probably ain't got no friends that sittin' doin' life (Yeah)
I damn near made it out the slums, we still buyin' guns
I'll quit rappin' and start trappin', f*ck this lil' buzz
I treat my n*ggas like they Blood, we used to share the crumbs
I spent my first hundred M's that I touched, we f*ckin' up a dub (Yeah, yeah)