Lyrics

[Verse 1: Glockboyz Teejaee] Come on Yeah Ran my money up and I still ain't catch a body Sellin' 'bows on the block, we just tryna make a profit Tryna slide, you better have a fast hook 'cause we'll stop it Got a big Glock .45, it can't even fit in my pocket I try to tell her I'm that nigga, she lookin' at me askin', "Who you is?" Play wit' us like we some kids, you gon' die before you live They call me Glockboy, the same day I met my nigga Richie, he have a cig "You want a Benz or a Cat?" I'm like, "Nigga, it depends" Jamo, that's my brother, wish they let him out the pen' I done fucked a lot of hoes, now I'm tryna fuck some twins If you ever see me running', yeah, the cops is right behind me These hoes do whatever I say, I'm the band-man like Lonnie My nigga, I shoot and jump just like Steph, perfect timin' I'm always known to keep that heater, I'm the hottest [Verse 2: BandGang Biggs] I can get ya'll mans hit, I can get ya'll brotha hit Lil' bitch keep chewin' on the dick, she think it's Doublemint I ain't in a drop 'Vette today, I'm in my brotha shit We make lame niggas leave the party when we come in it I'll make a bad bitch pussy squirt but I don't cum in it Fucked a bad bitch on the beach and caught a sunburn This a dead end, won't make it out you make that one turn Left him on the porch, John Doe, that nigga unheard [Verse 3: The Godfather] The whip wrapped in 5% tint and the Buff's If I don't know you, I'mma clutch the blick I see you walkin' up You ever seen a thousand 'bows stacked up in a dump truck? Brodie squeeze when I bust Make 'em bleed, it's a rush, know you heard about it Chase him down, pin him on the glass like he Iguodala Off-White on a off night, probably do the Pradas Yeah, he kept three hunnid, make him mad, he'll fuck yo' momma Drum under the K, it's hard as hell tryna duck a dolla' Nigga, we the ones that get it back in blood We got Perc 10's, M30's, we got all the drugs We got XD's, ten milli's, we bought all the guns When them strikers hit the road, we finna go and have some fun [Verse 4: OnFully] I'm higher than a flight, they like, "when you gon' depart?" Got the Glock, got me feelin' like Jordan when I spark I don't wanna fuck that bitch, know that pussy smell tart .762's like a peppermint'll break his jaw Got the money flowin' through, that's my main stream If I don't see you in the dark, then I turn on high beams I'll turn yo' shirt into a jersey, fuck a white tee You hear crickets every time them boys mention him Runnin' up that pape' too fast, think I tore a limb How you get on foot and chase him? You don't put in legwork She wanna use the pussy just to fuck me, told her, "Give the head first" Treat her like my son, tell her when they greet, you say, "Yes, sir" I'm in the club with a bitch, I got it in her purse I'on wanna see you cry when I shoot this Uzi Vert 2P's got opp smoke loaded in the backpack She tryna fuck for some cheese, told her it's a rat trap I don't really sleep, I just take a catnap I sold his ass some soap thinkin' it's a crack-pack