55 GlockBoy lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga
(Rado)
(BangThatsh*t)

[Verse 1: Nuk & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I can't even lie, with them pills, I'm a natural
Boy, I started shootin' trips and got a feel for them jacks
sh*t, I be prayin' all my opps gon' get a feel for that casket
Treat this sh*t just like Death Race and catch him all in traffic
She ain't gang 'cause she ain't tuck enough
I be on that road, yeah, I buckled up a hundred-plus, sss
They like, "Nuk, what that's hangin' out your 'fit?" I'm like, "A hunk of chunk" (I'm like, "A hunk of chunk")
I don't put my feelings in no b*tch, but I got puppy love
My n*ggas know I hit somethin' different every night, they like, "You nasty" (They like)
They like, "How you make that girl jump like that?" I'm like, "Gymnastics" (Yeah)
I'm like daddy with the whistle on n*ggas if I see action
If I come slidin' and you n*ggas consealin', that mean you lackin'

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, GlockBoyz, I wear the Glock with every 'fit like it's a fashion
n*gga, my dog got CPL, he let me hold it like Joe McFashion
Man, ask the guys, I get to shootin' everywhere like I was laggin'
Man, free my dog, all he did was use the K, he got a natural
He still runnin' through them hundreds, n*gga
You hilarious, I ain't never seen a gangster that was funny
They know we came from the dirt, we into leavin' n*ggas muddy
Man, you can be fast as Sonic, ain't no runnin' when they comin'
n*gga, we lil' flip game over n*ggas
LeBron James, Jason Terry, catch a body and stand over n*ggas
The opps is dyin' while the hoes be tellin' hoes like they know I did it
Don't bring your guns around, n*ggas start b*tchin' up like Pinky
[Verse 3: Nuk]
They like the squad 'cause they too insane
Treat 'em just like Raw 'cause they gon' die up in they Cuban chain
I like all my b*tches too exotic with the cutest frame
Boy, I'm tryna use up all my mileage on the newest lane
My n*ggas got an L, I'm rappin' now, I gotta let 'em hear me
My mama told me stop sellin' that dog, I got selective hearing
I don't spend no pape' on these hoes if they ain't stuffed the sterring
Bro don't even like apple stoves, but he in their McLaren
I f*ck her hard, she put her claws in me
You won't see me trackin' down no b*tch, I only dog whistle
Long live Wheeze, they say they hate you but your dogs miss you
I only sell dog, so I can't tell you 'bout your fraud issues

[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I'm at the court, I ain't hoopin', I'm 'bout to meet the plug
Ayy, man, out of town like I'm playin' AU, I brought a ball with me
Hear talkin' 'bout some money, I'd be all ears
n*ggas keep tellin' me I'm gon' die, man, they was sayin' that sh*t last year
I'm in traffic with that mag on me, 60 in the clip
I got a Draco in this b*tch, I can't drive, I crash whips
See, I'm the opp you gotta watch, man, I'm the type to f*ck your b*tch
Like she a pimp, we'll throw her a couple dollars if the b*tch hit (Come on, ayy)
Make doin' donuts in the 'Cat, drop the Benz after the Range
Man, I've been f*ckin' money up, I bought a dog, could've got a chain
n*ggas caught your brodie and we left him on your shirt just like a stain
n*ggas call me GlockBoy, the Glock fit me like a brand-new fade, n*gga (Come on, GlockBoyz, n*gga)