Glocks lyrics

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

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*ggas run around this b*tch actin' like keys, I'm tryna make somethin'
I came from nothin', remember we ain't had nothin', I used to take money
My main mans, he ran it up, ain't even f*ck with me (Tommy II)
Yeah, I ain't trippin', though (I ain't trippin' on)
I know who comin' with me when I bust that check (Yeah)
Ask these hoes, I play it different, we don't talk 'bout sex
And I'm like Dame, I really live it, so I talk like that (So I talk like that)
I ain't scared, you p*ss me off and I'ma break your jaw
My n*gga Blocks ready to shoot, boy, don't p*ss him off (n*gga, don't p*ss him off)
Let's keep it real, wе got them n*ggas scared, panickin'
Man, I pray to God I see a face, I sеnd 'em where my granny at
Boy, I get high and count the money when I'm bored
Man, realest n*gga of the year, somebody go get my award
Used to catch the bus to the mall lookin' at sh*t I couldn't afford
That's the reason I buy J's now and never get no Forbes
Man, I don't care how bad she is, she get too fanned out, I'ma hoe her
n*gga, me and Lonnie like the Splash Bros, we be scorin'
Man, my lil' brother, he goin' through some sh*t, these hoes be score
And my new lil' b*tch, she mean as hell, I think that ho a Taurus (Man, I think this ho a Taurus)
They like, "There them n*ggas go, they be always on that other sh*t"
I get money with my main ho, just be f*ckin' on my other b*tch
I quit f*ckin' with my brother, he wasn't on sh*t ('Cause he wasn't on sh*t)
She just kept suckin' after I nutted, I'm like, "Oh sh*t" (I'm like, "Oh sh*t")
[Verse 2: RellBaby]
You can change for the better, scratch the old sh*t
Loyalty like money and them strips, it'll go quick
First night, low-key, I'm movin' with a ghost blick
Yeah, what else could a single parent do?
Often had food, but had a flappy mouth pair of shoes
n*gga send one bullet, best believe we gettin' our lick back
Ten thousand for a reference if you help me push this shot trap
Hot water boilin', hell naw, we don't sell crack
Still'll sell a tenth for a nicknack
This sh*t'll rise your teeth out, you need a roof cap
n*ggas tuck they chains askin' where they jewels at
sh*t right back in style, don't wanna see no fake True hats
Huntin' with the wolves, I ain't no sheep (I ain't no sheep)
Rubbin' off the paint, I ain't Rasheem (Ayy)

[Verse 3]
Got to count all my pills, I got like twelve bars
Yeah, ayy
R.I.P Shawn
That was lil' bro, we f*ck hoes together, R.I.P [?], we real broad
Matching mannequins, lil' b*tch, sow me up
Four hundred, got her nails did, just greivin'
I'll tweak out and get on there and get in that field
Ready to pop heads
Sit a n*gga, yeah, where they granny at
Caught a fin, he brought three hundred a gram
You ain't coppin' sh*t if I ain't pick you out
Or you was hand-picked
Oh, you wanna be YSS? You gotta be ready for the bloodshed
Naw, you gotta pull up, serve and swerve
COD, b*tch, I be ready to pop heads
Went to the peep, huh, yeah, and left a mess
(Yeah, b*tch, come cop a pack)