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[Intro: RTB MB]
(Enrgy made this one)
RTB, n*gga
Gang

[Verse 1: RTB MB & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Back up, give me fifty feet what I tell a whore
b*tch bad, pus*y too good, wish I could teleport
He got dropped, he got popped, tell 'em to check the score
I ain't really been poppin' them 10s 'cause I'm sellin' more
n*gga got to talkin' to the feds and they parallelin' court
I ain't disrespectful to you, baby, what you yellin' for?
Got a black and a white b*tch on my di*k, I'm finna nail and s'more
12 ain't even on your tail, n*gga, what you tellin' for? (Come on)

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, n*gga sayin' he was gon' touch me, then he hella silly
Walkin' through the airport slow as hell, I got somе money with me (Ayy)
n*ggas be askin', "Why you always got thеm guns with you?"
'Cause it go down and you ain't got yours, it ain't no fun
Man, fake hooper, real n*gga, that's RTB
Man, how you get them guns in the club? Boy, I came in with MB
Oh, you be f*ckin' with the opps? Then you gon' die like TMZ
We'll come wake your whole house up and put your ass to sleep, n*gga

[Verse 3: RTB MB]
Caught him off the mud, make that n*gga take a dirt nap
Walked in with Christian Dior and make the church clap
In Texas, I be sellin' birds where the Spurs at
I'm a king, see you outside with your queen, get your girl jacked
Tired of f*ckin' on these lil' hoes, where my girl at?
Krabs tried to drag me back down, like where Pearl at?
She be comin' over, let me bend it over, let me twirl that
b*tches lookin' at my pink Chrome cap like that's a girl hat
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
n*gga, Backwood after Backwood after Backwood
I'm really high as hell, just actin' like I'm good
n*ggas be really from the 'burbs, just actin' like they hood
n*ggas, they end up bein' food when they ain't feed they [?]
Man, you ain't me, I ain't you, I f*ck hoes and then I leave 'em
Delete 'em, man, go back out of town like I ain't meet 'em
When you out here gettin' money like I is, you gotta watch out for your people
I f*cked that b*tch soon as I met her, should've seen it

[Verse 5: RTB MB]
When you out here gettin' money like I is, you f*ckin' b*tches 'fore you meet 'em
Shot my bro, now it's three RIPs, we made it even
b*tches swear they hate me, then they throw a fit right when I'm leavin'
I be slidin' down the block, with Lil Kels but I ain't Kenan
Intersept your b*tch, have her on the island, Darrelle Revis
Probably threw a hundred at your b*tch at LA, I'm a Cheetah
How I got my Glock in the arena, Gilbert Arenas?
Me and my blick like Shaq and Kobe, I can't let 'em come between us

[Verse 6: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, I'm a different kind of n*gga
You probably'd cry over a b*tch, and I'd let my mans hit her
You ain't really gettin' no money, you ain't seen five hundred bands, n*gga
I told him be throw me an M since you my mans, n*gga
[?] one to be a demon, sh*t, we sent his ass to Hell
I'm gettin' money now, I'm tryna buy my n*ggas out them cells
Man, I've been f*ckin' hoes that I don't even know, it's gettin' for real
I'm poppin' Percs and sippin' lean, my mama tellin' me to chill
Hold on