55 GlockBoy

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga (Rado) (BangThatShit) [Verse 1: Nuk & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I can't even lie, with them pills, I'm a natural Boy, I started shootin' trips and got a feel for them jacks Shit, I be prayin' all my opps gon' get a feel for that casket Treat this shit just like Death Race and catch him all in traffic She ain't gang 'cause she ain't tuck enough I be on that road, yeah, I buckled up a hundred-plus, sss They like, "Nuk, what that's hangin' out your 'fit?" I'm like, "A hunk of chunk" (I'm like, "A hunk of chunk") I don't put my feelings in no bitch, but I got puppy love My niggas know I hit somethin' different every night, they like, "You nasty" (They like) They like, "How you make that girl jump like that?" I'm like, "Gymnastics" (Yeah) I'm like daddy with the whistle on niggas if I see action If I come slidin' and you niggas consealin', that mean you lackin' [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Man, GlockBoyz, I wear the Glock with every 'fit like it's a fashion Nigga, my dog got CPL, he let me hold it like Joe McFashion Man, ask the guys, I get to shootin' everywhere like I was laggin' Man, free my dog, all he did was use the K, he got a natural He still runnin' through them hundreds, nigga You hilarious, I ain't never seen a gangster that was funny They know we came from the dirt, we into leavin' niggas muddy Man, you can be fast as Sonic, ain't no runnin' when they comin' Nigga, we lil' flip game over niggas LeBron James, Jason Terry, catch a body and stand over niggas The opps is dyin' while the hoes be tellin' hoes like they know I did it Don't bring your guns around, niggas start bitchin' up like Pinky [Verse 3: Nuk] They like the squad 'cause they too insane Treat 'em just like Raw 'cause they gon' die up in they Cuban chain I like all my bitches too exotic with the cutest frame Boy, I'm tryna use up all my mileage on the newest lane My niggas got an L, I'm rappin' now, I gotta let 'em hear me My mama told me stop sellin' that dog, I got selective hearing I don't spend no pape' on these hoes if they ain't stuffed the sterring Bro don't even like apple stoves, but he in their McLaren I fuck her hard, she put her claws in me You won't see me trackin' down no bitch, I only dog whistle Long live Wheeze, they say they hate you but your dogs miss you I only sell dog, so I can't tell you 'bout your fraud issues [Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I'm at the court, I ain't hoopin', I'm 'bout to meet the plug Ayy, man, out of town like I'm playin' AU, I brought a ball with me Hear talkin' 'bout some money, I'd be all ears Niggas keep tellin' me I'm gon' die, man, they was sayin' that shit last year I'm in traffic with that mag on me, 60 in the clip I got a Draco in this bitch, I can't drive, I crash whips See, I'm the opp you gotta watch, man, I'm the type to fuck your bitch Like she a pimp, we'll throw her a couple dollars if the bitch hit (Come on, ayy) Make doin' donuts in the 'Cat, drop the Benz after the Range Man, I've been fuckin' money up, I bought a dog, could've got a chain Niggas caught your brodie and we left him on your shirt just like a stain Niggas call me GlockBoy, the Glock fit me like a brand-new fade, nigga (Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga)