RTGB lyrics

[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
(Damn, Dame, you tweakin' on the beat)
GlockBoyz sh*t

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
If he don't got a body, then that n*gga not with us
He thought he was thug life until somebody hit him up
Took off on 'em in the 'Cat, made them n*ggas eat my dust
You gotta have a cute face too, that body not enough
I don't like nobody, I can't help it
He ain't die from the chopper, but he felt it
I ain't slippin', got the Glock under the mattress
b*tch, I want you to myself, b*tch, I'm selfish
Two Glock 21s, I call these motherf*ckers blackjack boys
Chopper in the book bag'll turn you to a pack, backpack boys
In them strikers back to back, they think wе the Scatpack boys
I be talkin' 'bout the opps, y'all, I f*ck with my fat boys
Stop sayin' hе your opp if you don't shoot at him
Somebody stole my gun from somebody else, but I blew at him
Get your happy ass out the car if you ain't tryna slide
Soft-ass n*gga probably think we goin' for a ride
n*ggas talkin' bullsh*t, I be actin' deaf, I can't hear
Like the sky on January 1st, you get shot at every year
It's some money in this brown paper bag, not no beer
I don't want no face, I just wanna hit her from the rear
I used to block hoes if they ain't let me f*ck first night
You gotta watch hoes
We tryna cook all the beef we got, duck them tacos
We in the Dodge, we ain't dodgin' sh*t but a pothole
Everybody in the fam goons, free Ralo
b*tch pus*y wet as hell, where your hole at?
Why the broke n*ggas always askin' where the hoes at?
Every time I see you with no pole, where your pole at?
He look rich 'cause he iced up, but he stole that
[Verse 2: RTB MB]
Hit an opp with a nail gun like, "Reload that"
Stuffed a 'Wood with a dead opp, n*gga, this a soul pack
I don't hang around with dykes, n*gga, but I hold straps
They say they don't like the life I'm livin', but I chose that
Me and Tez dropped a deuce in a four, it was necessary
I be in the city and I'm rich, I was never scary
Ironic that we broke an opp heart, it was February
Brodie got the birds in Boston, he be sellin' Larry
Cool n*gga, but I'm disrespectful if you hype me up
Killed they main shooter, then I f*cked his b*tch in some Hyperdunks
Sold some dog food to a fiend, got him right for lunch
Smoke exotics on the daily, it smell like I be lightin' skunks
I don't trick on hoes, I just give 'em the pipe and Runtz
Don't bring your fist to a gun brawl, n*gga, we ain't fightin', punk
Mike Myers, stab, stab, stab, I be knifin' c*nts
If you flash a b*tch a thirty ball then you might can f*ck

[Outro: RTB MB]
n*gga
RTB GlockBoyz sh*t, you know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
Gang
What up, Tez?
Come on