Battle Rap

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Nigga [Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I ain't friendly, I ain't nice, and I ain't none of that Man, we got dog, weed and pills, nigga, all of that Probably tell a bitch I let her fuck once, and never call her back (Ayy) Man, it's a rental, it got touchscreen, I'm still rockin' CD Big pimpin', I get the pussy extra wet (Ayy), nigga, Fiji Man, you should see how hoes act when they get a chance to meet me I've been beefin' since a kid, we want wars, ain't no bitchin' Rich nigga, I get a rental, tint it out, fuck them people I made a dial off one custo, even helped her with her needles I ain't the nigga you gon' play with on the 'net, 'cause I'ma see you Ten milli', it got a switch, nigga, I wouldn't wanna be you [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] You gon' burn your bridge down, but in the end, you gon' need me Fat nigga gettin' all this money like I'm Peezy OG still trap around this bitch, I call him Jeezy Them niggas down bad, they the ones tryna get even I need money in my pocket, I be fiendin' Fuck around and make a ten-ball when I'm thuggin' out in Phoenix Don't nobody want you, bitch, you like Pam, I want a Gina I'm with Tera, I'm with Tina, John Cena, you can't see us That nigga broke, down bad on his ass, he wanna be us Got the block hot as hell around this bitch like a fever I don't never see that nigga outside, he a beaver Blast twenty bands at her ass, I just teased her [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Can't even act like I ain't got it, they don't know I'm lyin' Any nigga beefin' with me, he probably know he dyin' Backseat, I got a chopper, I don't never drive I see the face, if I don't park that nigga whip, I bet he ghostride 7.62s and four-fives I don't know nothin' 'bout you, but I'ma use mines (Ayy) Been thirty minutes with them K's, that's a long drive My nigga up a half a ticket, and he still rob You got some money on the floor, then we can talk Look, I don't do the middle man, you better take me to the boss I stay far as hell, left the hood, I damn near got lost You tryna take somethin' from me, and they gon' line you out with chalk [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] So many poles in this whip, this bitch look like a golf cart Tryna slide on the L, that shit not smart He'd snake his own mans, he ain't got a heart How the fuck is you gon' slide and you ain't got no car? This bitch always askin' questions, soundin' like a narc They ain't in the driveway, but they got parked GlockBoyz walked in the booth with an AR (High as hell, I can't even come up with the last bar) [Outro: YSR Gramz] (Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)