Beef Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
Yeah
Come on
GlockBoyz, n*gga
n*ggas speaking on the dead, you know it's up with 'em

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Ayy, he dissed Woo, now he with him
Tryna play both sides, n*gga, ain't no in the middle
In the picture only time I see him with a pistol
Your b*tch blew me down, you let her kiss you, dumbass
Hit him in the stomach, it look like he got a C-sec
We got some killers in the gang that y'all ain't get to meet yet
Saw an opp in traffic, n*gga tried to let his seat back
Got a name, still'll take a n*gga Glock, let me see that
Ayy, naw, for real, though
Diss the dead, you gon' die, that's some sh*t you'll get killed for
Ayy, hit him with that chopper, lift him off his feet, make him do the heel-toe
Unemployment gave y'all n*ggas all that pape' and y'all still broke
All them n*ggas with you got a gun, they still hoes
Left that n*gga open, bet that n*gga eyes still closed
My b*tch can wear a mink in the summer, she still cold
I hate when Izzo call me on the 'Gram, I think he still bold
Ayy, I hate wannabes, I hate fat n*ggas, I hate opps
I hate when n*ggas go live, that make it easy for the cops
That was last year, we got more than seven hundred Glocks (Dumbass)
Every time we make the news, we let off seven hundred shots
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*gga, that was last year, now we got seven hundred chops
Leavin' the mall without no energy, I be shopping 'til I drop
Man, we them steppers, name a n*gga beefin' with us who ain't got shot
That n*gga around this b*tch clowning, he gon' die just like his pops
I'm like Tez, I'm like Dae, I hate fat n*ggas
Out of town with gang members only, I'm just like Stax, n*gga
I'm on the East with Nuk, but just like Stewie, we opp pack n*ggas
Man, that's a fact, n*gga
If all my n*ggas wasn't sitting in jail, we would've smashed them n*ggas (Come on)
Man, we the GlockBoyz, who you think we takin' orders from?
Brodie put fifty on a n*gga head, I hope his order come
And Tez driving, I'm right beside him, we'll shoot from door to door
The opps dying and we keep droppin' more and more, n*gga (We keep droppin' more and more)