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eastside juan, skilla baby & glockboyz teejaee - gametime lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
(my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)
yeah

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
ayy, we the rappers who gon’ pull up with they own money and they own guns
my dog just came across some ‘bows, he finna load me up
i hang around some real k!llers so you can’t owe me nothin’
corner, smokin’ weed, runnin’ lights, i’m in a stolen track’
you ain’t never got a massage inside the foreign, this the real one
mama ain’t never see me hoop, she see me rappin’, say, “you k!llin’ it”
you ever seen one of your opps and tried to spank him? i really did it
i can hit the hood and post up with the savages, i’m the realest
in my michael j’s, i always got my glock two_three
i sip lean, i pop percs, i f_ck b_tches for the free
i heard you beatin’ on your b_tch ’cause you mad she follow me
i’m just happy i got some money, if i was broke, i wouldn’t sleep
i’m the glockboy, i ain’t trippin’, hit my phone if it’s a problem
we used to mail ’em back then, but now we fly ’em
you in the trap without no money, we kicked you out, don’t waste our time
unless i put a b_tton on it, you ain’t gon’ catch me with no 9

[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
huh? rich n_gga, i don’t trip about nothin’ but my slip, huh (huh)
bankroll all blue, i look like a crip (look like a crip)
i got a sixty on me now, r.i.p. to nip (r.i.p. to nip)
caught an opp out, game over, he got lil’ flip’d (bah)
i grind hard when the rent due (swear)
i be playin’ with the ‘bows, brodie playin’ with that shih tzu (huh?)
hundred m’s on my mental (on my mental)
i gotta leave n_ggas alone, i ain’t really tryna get sued (huh?)
my b_tch thick and my b_tch rude (huh?)
opp n_ggas tryna get me, the fiends tryna get food (tryna get food)
n_ggas see us, they get spooked (huh?)
n_gga, every n_gga with me done put a n_gga on the news (huh?)
i don’t get sleep, i don’t snooze (huh?)
i wake up every day early to go get blues
i’m rich as f_ck, you can still catch me with goons (huh?)
you know the glock on fully, boy, don’t get boomed (boom)
[verse 3: kerch dolla]
in the mountains, phone roamin’, you can’t get through (dolla)
b_tch tried to tell me i ain’t sh_t, you ain’t sh_t too (what else?)
lately, i been had a lot of hoes that i can pick through (keep goin’, dolla)
still thinkin’ ’bout that one sh_t and how i missed ’em (keep goin’, dolla)
she looked me in the eyes and still lied to me
me and bro ain’t close as we once was, i’m still around for him (true)
i know a couple n_ggas who’ll never snitch and go down for it (huh?)
still bounce through the hood every day, i’m still around for it (let’s go)
put that ass on me and i bet you get a couple dollars (what else?)
no, this money ain’t sh_t, i was still rich without it (what else?)
all the k!llers love me, quick to throw ’em a deposit (facts)
turn my block into a track, we got traffic just like mile (peachtree, n_gga)
plug called, got me on my way back from san fran (huh?)
you know half about that one sh_t, but you don’t understand (huh?)
was ever down to your last ten, then you should understand (huh?)
you did that and got caught the next day, it’s just business, i understand, dolla

- eastside juan skilla baby glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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