Battle Rap lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*gga

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I ain't friendly, I ain't nice, and I ain't none of that
Man, we got dog, weed and pills, n*gga, all of that
Probably tell a b*tch I let her f*ck once, and never call her back (Ayy)
Man, it's a rental, it got touchscreen, I'm still rockin' CD
Big pimpin', I get the pus*y extra wet (Ayy), n*gga, Fiji
Man, you should see how hoes act when they get a chance to meet me
I've been beefin' since a kid, we want wars, ain't no b*tchin'
Rich n*gga, I get a rental, tint it out, f*ck them people
I made a dial off one custo, even helped her with her needles
I ain't the n*gga you gon' play with on the 'net, 'cause I'ma see you
Ten milli', it got a switch, n*gga, I wouldn't wanna be you

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
You gon' burn your bridge down, but in the end, you gon' need me
Fat n*gga gettin' all this money like I'm Peezy
OG still trap around this b*tch, I call him Jeezy
Them n*ggas down bad, they the ones tryna get even
I need money in my pocket, I be fiendin'
f*ck around and make a ten-ball when I'm thuggin' out in Phoenix
Don't nobody want you, b*tch, you like Pam, I want a Gina
I'm with Tera, I'm with Tina, John Cena, you can't see us
That n*gga broke, down bad on his ass, he wanna be us
Got the block hot as hell around this b*tch like a fever
I don't never see that n*gga outside, he a beaver
Blast twenty bands at her ass, I just teased her
[Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Can't even act like I ain't got it, they don't know I'm lyin'
Any n*gga beefin' with me, he probably know he dyin'
Backseat, I got a chopper, I don't never drive
I see the face, if I don't park that n*gga whip, I bet he ghostride
7.62s and four-fives
I don't know nothin' 'bout you, but I'ma use mines (Ayy)
Been thirty minutes with them K's, that's a long drive
My n*gga up a half a ticket, and he still rob
You got some money on the floor, then we can talk
Look, I don't do the middle man, you better take me to the boss
I stay far as hell, left the hood, I damn near got lost
You tryna take somethin' from me, and they gon' line you out with chalk

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
So many poles in this whip, this b*tch look like a golf cart
Tryna slide on the L, that sh*t not smart
He'd snake his own mans, he ain't got a heart
How the f*ck is you gon' slide and you ain't got no car?
This b*tch always askin' questions, soundin' like a narc
They ain't in the driveway, but they got parked
GlockBoyz walked in the booth with an AR
(High as hell, I can't even come up with the last bar)

[Outro: YSR Gramz]
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this b*tch hard)