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[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez] (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Damn, I like how I was on that bitch (I hear you, GC) GlockBoyz [Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez] You better play with somethin' safe, it get wicked over here He said what? Glock got to blowin' a blicky over there I don't fuck with them no more, them niggas iffy over there He a corn with some bread, niggas Jiffy over there [Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez] Yeah, he a bitch Put a button on the back, now the Glock got a glitch I'm with 9K if I'm not with my bitch I don't hang with rap niggas if they not in my shit Ain't play with it, soon as we got the drop, we spinned it back to back Bro just caught a hat, then another hat, tryna catch another hat If you givе the ball to me, I ain't goin' off, I ain't no running back Niggas tryna squash the beef now, I ain't with nonе of that [Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez] You better play with somethin' safe, it get wicked over here He said what? Glock got to blowin' a blicky over there I don't fuck with them no more, them niggas iffy over there He a corn with some bread, niggas Jiffy over there [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] I got fifty thou' cash on me right now, at this moment Any time I see some shit iffy, uh, I'm blowin' I know you probably love this bitch to death, but nigga, she goin' We put wings on niggas like Terrell Owens, facts Every nigga disrespected Dots got whacked Never fell off, just fell back and got some racks This year, my mama so much pape', she had a heart attack We run through hoes, you arrest 'em, nigga, you cardiac [Verse 3: The Godfather] Don't believe this shit they sayin', them niggas bitches over there Give his ass a headtap, got bullets rippin' through his hair Twin Glocks, they twenty-threes, twenty in 'em, they a pair Every time I get a pint, I pour it up, I love to share it [Verse 4: BandGang Javar] They could've took us all down The feds sick we all up at least two hundred thou' Whites don't even rap, be in the videos spreadin' fifty TeeJaee and Boom in the background flashin' glizzy [Verse 5: The Godfather] I ride around, just me and Pat, the chop came with sixty His ass been dead for so long, his blood look like whiskey I ain't gon' never stop killin' 'til I'm in the Bentley I feel like my nigga Paid, pour it in a Simply [Verse 6: BandGang Javar] I hate rappers Next nigga diss me in a song, I'ma buy his masters They like Kountry Wayne, the opps on Instagram active They might not rap, but all they friends in a damn casket [Verse 7: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] They like, "TeeJaee just be rappin', he ain't on shit" Man, who you know'll blick you down and fuck your bitch? My dog, he quit robbin', nowadays, he just be takin' hits So if your watch is worth a hundred, me and Boom just gon' split the lick I hang around some real demons, boy, we different A thousand bullets in the crib, shit, I'm just chillin' with my niggas Tryna catch a hat, I pray we see a face, 'cause we gon' kill him I sip lean, I buy liquor for the hoes and they get litty [Verse 8: BandGang Lonnie Bands] That shit you braggin' 'bout regular (Shit) I done had a lot of fiends, bitches on the passenger (Bitch) Treat them hoes regular, erase 'em off the schedule (Uh-huh, uh-huh) The molly came lavender, my ho run that cabbage up (Uh-huh) And I play the manager, wonder why they mad at us (Uh-huh) Lonnie been havin', Lonnie been trappin' Treat double wrap it up through ice, only wrap it once I ain't even slept in months, feel like I ain't did enough All I smoke is tear buds, ghost sadity in my blunt Damn jit my damn lungs, Lemon Cherry with the Runtz Won't catch me in no damn club unless they pay me ten-plus I get thirty-sixes for a dub, the cartel up [Verse 9] Kill who? You a bitch, we turn niggas into air ARP red beam, all my shooter hit his hair Glock 17, titties on this bitch and a square EJ clutch just like Curry, gotta take him everywhere Brand-new [?] shit, back to back, ask Rock, red handed I be really shreddin' shit, definition of a bandit Hundred racks ain't shit, on my mama, still can flash it Lot of niggas went broke, I went to jail still slappin' Made fifty off the tune on the yard with Murk trappin' Had a knife big as Jason, hell nah, I ain't scrappin'