Freddy Vs Jason

Lyrics

[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Yeah (Come on, kid) [Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Used to walk through the hood, now I just run it Anything that you can do inside the ghetto, we done done it From beatin' niggas' ass to shootin' guns, gettin' money I done sleep inside the trap with all the guys, that's why we brothers Nigga play with us, then we gon' play with you, they call us childish Fuck a bitch, drop her off, grab another ho and rewind it Real niggas come in the room, everybody turn silent These niggas act like hoes, livin' a double life, Miley Cyrus [Verse 2: The Godfather] We gon' get the lo', then sell this bitch fast, that's the assignment Bitch, these big stones, you can see the gloss on every diamond In the jungle with the chopper, this bitch roarin' like a lion I got real bodies, boy, and more stripes than a tiger Who is that? Hit the brakes, I'm 'bout to kill his ass Pooh Shiesty do not stop shit, this bitch go through a mask Put the money through the money counter, then count the cash Wet him up and make him drown in blood like he took a bath [Verse 3: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Ayy, kick your bitch Out my section with her stankin' ass Rat hoes don't get a word, bad bitches come to the pad You so broke, you tell a ho you got some money, she'd probably laugh Ask the guys, I'd make a fifty and spend that shit so fast Make it right back This is not no straight A, this a Track She called me broke, so I Face Timed her and showed that ho some racks Fully automatic, it's just me and brodie in the Hellcat (Nigga) They caught your dog and hit him one time where his head at [Verse 4: The Godfather] If you seen what I seen, you'd probably tell 'cause you a rat In a long sleeve trailin' three strikers in the back Got my own cheese, I could put like thirty on your cap I just loaded up a drum, I'm finna take it where they at It's just me and Glock, we got two Glocks, they automatic [Verse 5: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & The Godfather] I got a hundred shots, he got a hundred shots, we finna match We just hit the block, and all these choppers sound like Iraq Then hit the club with them guns, they put us out, we came back We finna kill they ass, spinnin' back to back She got the fattest ass, I got her with them killers in the 'Lac 'Cause she gon' stash the bag Walk with Don, you try to duck his head, we shot him through the glass Can't hang with us without gettin' that V, gon' make them killers mad We came from nothin', it's only right we got our pockets right I'm in New York'll stab you in your neck, I got a pocket knife (Yeah) We at the pad countin' it up, she tryna start a fight You gotta leave, was finna bust your ass and let you spend the night