Promo

Album cover art for "Promo" by GlockBoyz TeeJaee

GlockBoyz TeeJaee - Rap, Midwest Rap

Promo

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Duration: 2:45

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[Intro] Yeah This street shit'll get— nigga GlockBoyz, nigga Boy (Keep it up, Sharkboy) [Verse 1] This street shit get serious, we ain't come to play no games (Yeah) I don't know 'bout you and yours, but me and mine tryna get fame We was bustin' niggas' heads, takin' glasses before the fame We probably still'll slime you out, it's just different 'cause shit done changed Everybody know my face, it be hard for me to do my thing Can barely run my game on a bitch because she know my name You don't know how shit feel, your dog die, and his family sayin' y'all to blame We used to leave 'еm at the crib and now we ride with K's (Wе ride with K's now) My niggas grew up in the streets, we all thuggin', pistol poppin' My brother hit the club, we still poppin' Ask about me in the hood, they'll probably tell you I keep the rocket They'll probably tell you, "He was playin' with my money", somebody shot him (Baow) They can't believe this shit I did and I done saw it Free my dog, they got him down for a body, I want him off I would've just GPS'ed myself to the money, then I got lost I'm out the way countin' up forty all blues in the loft [Chorus] I'm usually there trappin' to beat my way from out the hood We had came up doin' the worst, but now we livin' good (Now we livin' good) If I ain't rap, I wouldn't have moved, nigga, I love the hood I still can pull up where I grew up, they gon' treat me good I wake up thinkin' 'bout that bankroll, that money callin' Even though that I'm a rapper, my dog a real artist That boy'll paint your shirt red like you work at Target (Yeah) Just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party [Verse 2] All blues inside my pocket, I just made these In the mall splashin', ballin' like KD I'm the type of nigga go to the club, they don't even search me (They don't even search me) The biggest ball, shit piss me off and they gon' hurt you Sprite dirty, can't see the bottom of my cup You the type to run up a ten and don't make shit else for months I'm the type to make a ten and spend it all before I put it up I heard you be thinkin' I be cappin', nigga, test your luck (Nigga, test your luck) My niggas dangerous, use a pistol, then exchange it We the type to see a rapper and when we leave, he be chainless They tried to pat me at the club, so I left, I got my stainless I end up goin' back, forgot that they had paid me High as hell off of them drugs, my mama told me loosen up My daddy told me that I need to put down my cup I ain't textin' back, he could've at least had said, "What up?" You don't know how I've been feelin', how you gon' tell me 'bout some drugs, nigga? It get hot inside that kitchen They said the street shit watered down 'cause all the niggas turn into bitches They said the street shit watered down 'cause niggas shootin' and snitchin' My nigga Boogz said he can clear the whole room, he got vision, nigga [Chorus] I'm usually there trappin' to beat my way from out the hood We had came up doin' the worst, but now we livin' good (Now we livin' good) If I ain't rap, I wouldn't have moved, nigga, I love the hood I still can pull up where I grew up, they gon' treat me good I wake up thinkin' 'bout that bankroll, that money callin' Even though that I'm a rapper, my dog a real artist That boy'll paint your shirt red like you work at Target (Yeah) Just got the newest opp dropped, we finna throw a party [Outro] (Keep it up, Sharkboy)

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  • sharkboy