Outro (Crime Pays 2) lyrics

by

GlockBoyz TeeJaee


[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
Know we still in the streets, n*gga
You ain't sh*t to me
Ayy
n*gga

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Catch me ridin' with them killers, I must've [?] open book
Man, catch him in the store, death row in aisle 3 and I don't know sh*t hood (n*gga)
I brung the A, I route today, I ain't got no 'Woods
Don't hoop no more, but whenever I play ball, man, I throw on my hood
sh*t, it's just me and Glock, I'm throwin' up my hood
Told her come over, she brought her girl with her, man, sh*t, you know what's good
See, you don't want no smoke with me 'cause I'm gon' take it there
Man, if it's really smoke, I'm bringin' all the smoke 'cause I'm gon' face it
Man, you don't wanna play with me today, I came here with somе dangerous n*ggas
I don't speak on evеrybody 'cause I done seen them bullets stain a n*gga
Man, GlockBoy, the Glock fit me just like a brand-new fade, my n*gga
I got a chopper, this b*tch'll cut you, we playin' Spades, n*gga
Where was your heart when brodie knocked you out your chain?
Man, only TNT, b*tch, I been done smacked you like I'm Paid, n*gga
I got a hundred shots with me, I'm turnin' blocks just like a page, n*gga
Been f*ckin' hoes I don't know, not even they name, n*gga (Not even they name, n*gga)

[Verse 2: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Fake it 'til you make it (Fake it 'til you make it)
Put some pressure on these n*ggas, let's see how they take it (Let's see how they take it)
He ain't ready for this sh*t, why this n*gga shakin'? (Why this n*gga shakin'?)
We really chasin' the opps, it look like we racin' (Skrrt)
Ayy, Fully, where that breeze at? (Where that breeze at?)
Damn, I lost a three-five, where that weed at? (I'm high as hell)
I ain't gettin' drunk no more, where my keys at?
I got my Glock on me, though, I know I need that (I know I need that b*tch)
I hope they dead mans, he ain't had no feedback
Twan took a n*gga chain off his neck, you need that (Let me get that [?])
Them n*ggas sweet as dog sh*t, I damn near need neck (Where the—? Man)
She took her clothes off, but I damn near need neck (What she doin'?)
Duh
n*ggas ain't seen me in a minute, had to run it up
They took some bullets out his body, had to numb him up (They had to numb him up)
The tank called home and tell y'all they f*cked him up (He ain't do that, though)
I bet he didn't, did he? (No, he ain't)
The opps think I'm in the 'burbs, I be in the city
They think I'm slidin' in the shooter, I be in the Kitty (I be in that Kitty)
With no worries
This n*gga think he on my ass 'cause he watch all my stories ('Cause he—, man)
Stop geekin' dog head up if you know he ain't like that (He ain't like that)
I'll blow all this sh*t, I could get it right back
Sayin' free him on the 'Gram, you don't even write back
I bought a chain 'cause a n*gga asked me where my ice at (Let me get a motherf*ckin'—)
That's how you shut a n*gga up
I told your b*tch you not an opp so she could suck a n*gga up (Come on)
That's how you f*ck a n*gga up
He got popped, that's what happen when you pump a n*gga up
If a n*gga get off, I ain't gon' lie, y'all (I ain't gon' lie, y'all)
I'ma hit a n*gga back, I ain't gon' cry, y'all (I ain't gon' cry)
Fat dev really like that, I wouldn't try dog
He ain't even Chinese, but that chopstick fried dog (It fry n*ggas)
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