K’s & Glocks

Lyrics

[Intro: KrispyLife Kidd] (1-800 for you) (Rell On The Track) (BangThatShit) Ayy [Verse 1: KrispyLife Kidd & GlockBoyz TeeJaee] I'm in the middle of the summer with a mink on I really talk that one shit, I can teach somethin' Don't nobody wanna get on that, boy, you make weak songs I put my dreams over my nightmares, this a Meek song I'll walk a nigga down, give you a demonstration And I won't stop until somebody die, white dude off a [?] Niggas know not to play with us, that K, it'll get to shakin' Damn, mama get that call, she done fell on her knees prayin' Like "My baby, he ain't deserve that" I'm in New York with that ASAP tucked, where Ferg at? Glock make your role come to an end, we done merged that In Chicago with my BDs, I can merch that Out in Cali with that one shit, hold on— Out in Cali with my white fans, where my merch at? My bitch snuck the strap in the club, where her purse at? I got the urge to wanna shoot this bitch like it's my first strap (Ayy) [Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Man, I like fuckin' niggas' hoes, you better tuck your bitch Man, I heard another nigga checked out, I'm finna grab a six High as hell, I'm still tuckin' blick And I ain't nervous, you walk up on me, I'll use this bitch Yeah I'm in the striker, this bitch ain't got no plates on it (Yeah) And I ain't think about the opps, they got a date on 'em (Ayy) Man, quick to tell a bitch like, "Love, I'm your rich homie" They call me GlockBoy, I snatched the laser off and put a switch on it I'm in the mall gun clutchin' with that shit on me, I'm out of town It don't matter where I'm at, I brought a lot of rounds Fully, Glock, ten milli', it make a lot of sounds They call us GlockBoyz, bash the opps, we love how that chopper sound [Verse 3: KrispyLife Kidd] I'm ridin' with a box on this bitch, this a 360 Hit your whip, make that bitch do a 360 You had me 'cause your mans signed his life to a 360 Hit dog with that head tap, now you seein' three sixties Like I'm a barber, I just fucked all his waves up Come in here talkin' that bullshit and fucked the wave up My young dog own a Tris co, he got a gauge tucked After the bullets ran out the clip, I got a fade tucked Ran up, ain't had no weapon, you a brave fuck Pop your sister, hope that bitch die and let my nigga Gabe fuck [Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] You know my name, why you don't think I got that thing tucked? If you beef with us, then we gon' leave you in the streets, the streets raised us Yeah, rich nigga, a couple thousand on an off day I might drive an SRT and make the ground shake Man, this shit crazy, how I'm beefin' with a nigga with a clown face? I signed a deal, I'm puttin' two hundred in the streets, it's gon' be a holiday Quitin' takin' them Percs, I've been mad as hell I just ran off on the pussy with a Glock, I got a flash for sale (Ayy) He got a chain, I'm tryna see if his shit glass for real Oh, you rap? I'm the type of nigga to tell you that shit ass for real [Outro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee] Bitch