700 Gloxks lyrics

[Intro]
700 sh*t
Yeah, n*gga
WaxGang, n*gga
Long Live Woo
f*ck you talking 'bout?
GlockBoyz, n*gga
Free BroadDay, dumb-ass n*gga
What up, GlockBoyz?
n*ggas finna feel this one

[Verse 1: 700 Cal]
All these Glocks around, they think we linkin' up with Tez
Prayin' he get out, I can't wait to catch your mans (b*tch)
Throwing them bullets right Bryant like he Dez
They think I be with Mone, I keep the strap and like to shred
Your mans got popped and told it all, he Jaylin Craig
It's like 700 Glocks, we pressin' sh*t like Patty Bev'
The heat kill the virus, I got the Glock, so that sh*t dead
How the f*ck did he get out and he was just sittin' in the feds? (What the f*ck?)
We in the opps' hood with ten K's, but we ain't Kev
b*tch, we really step, my name hold more weight than some pegs

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*gga, we really drop n*ggas
That 40 Glock turn n*ggas Bobby, he a hot n*gga
A hundred shots'll make a n*gga close his spot, n*gga
You see me clutchin', bang bang like I'm pops, n*gga
We really with whatever
Lil' bro'll wipe a n*gga nose like you under the weather
Still'll catch a body on the road like that n*gga Kevin
Still be f*ckin' other n*ggas' hoes, I ain't learned my lesson
My n*gga Tez be throwin' bullets, not the ones for catchin'
[Verse 3: RoadRunner GlockBoyz Tez]
My boys the mafia, we got 700 poles
I can't trip over a b*tch, I got 700 hoes (Freak b*tch)
I'll leave a n*gga open like some flip-flops
I be in the streets, he in the crib making TikToks (Lame-ass n*gga)
I ain't finna play with n*ggas, this ain't GameStop (Boy)
Free Tae, me and my baby got the same opps (Same opps)
He tryna move out of town, tryna change spots
He gon' get the same treatment that that n*gga Caine got
b*tch, it's goin' down like Young Joc (Like Young Joc)
Weed loud as hell, they can hear it down the block, n*gga (They can hear it down the block)
Ain't nobody on my head but my barber (Uh-huh)
That n*gga finna die, y'all better put him on a charger

[Verse 4: Lil Mello]
b*tch, I bet I catch him in that Charger (Skrrt)
I got Drac', these n*ggas in that field with Tony Parker
He want smoke and every time he blow a puff, this sh*t get harsher
My n*ggas slide down your block and clear the streets, no U.S. Marshals
Lil' b*tch lookin' at my chain, yeah, it like to dance
See my shirt came with the V, I ain't got no friends
She like, "What you payin' for your shoes?" Hit me for a band
Uh-huh, this baby Draco wood, but this AR tan
Yeah, she gon' f*ck me and TeeJaee, it was in her plans
I'm still ridin' with the same n*gga that popped your mans (f*ck that n*gga, ayy, b*tch)
I'm still ridin' with the same n*gga that popped your mans
700 GlockBoyz, we rockin' like a f*ckin' band