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[intro]
(ooh, sh_t, that’s a danny g beat)
(don’t you know you won the lotto?)
yeah
step back on her, i’m like
(d_mn, jakesand)
quick to step back on ’em
boy

[chorus]
auto start the whip, let’s get the day started
i might step back on a b_tch, i’m like james harden
n_ggas can’t check me, i’m like curry playin’ at the garden
bro in the paint, throwin’ n_ggas ‘bows, he like ben wallace
we left a hole inside the street, live in the club
had to stab off from that b_tch, you know we f_cked that b_tch up
think i’m trippin’? she ain’t tryna f_ck with me, these hoes dumb
i know she gon’ suck my d_ck, she see me post this hundred plus (boy)

[verse]
neck bustin’, she like, “can i wear the chain?”
her neck bustin’, i’m like, “can i get some brain?”
probably never met no real n_gga like me, her ex a lame
it’s just me and boomin, trappin’, we’ll probably pull up on your baby
you probably never fool a bad b_tch out the state
you ain’t never hit the trap just to make sure the bills was paid
my n_ggas dogs, you play with us, you whip your ass like johnny cage
real dogs, why you think half of my n_ggas in the cage? yeah
my hair look nappy but my b_tch look good
and the bankroll on fleek, this b_tch make me good
i really lived inside the trenches, you only visited the hood
i let her pull up to the trap, she seen that chopper with the ‘wood
you know my n_ggas dangerous, our chains still sw_ngin’ and sh_t
you know that switch out of control, i can’t barely tame that b_tch
i can’t f_ck no basic hoes, i done dogged a famous b_tch
the type of hoes that you’ll pay to be around i wouldn’t kiss (i wouldn’t kiss)
back to that money, that’s my favorite topic
we put a b_tton on back the gun, that’s my favorite [?]
i wasn’t even rappin’ yet, the hood was hot as lava (yeah)
sh_t, we was still posted, hangin’ with them guns, n_gga, ask my mama
that money callin’, you know me, i’m on my way to it
spendin’ that paper, how i get it, they like, “what he doin’?”
[?] got a drum, like jakesand, i make the beat to it (i make the beat)
go grab your gun and your mask, this that street music
you play around, you gon’ catch a head tap, we gon’ pull off
they like, “glockboy, what you chargin’ for the verse? i want a brick of dog”
they said my n_ggas ain’t on sh_t, i told ’em, “ask your dog”
that fully glock ran out of rounds, [?] chop involved
we always pole clutchin’, never lackin’
my lil’ cousin’ ran up on me like ain’t that louis on your jacket?
this life sh_t so crazy, n_ggas die, we be laughin’
she walked past me and that ass kind of fat, i’d probably grab it
n_gga, yeah
[chorus]
auto start the whip, let’s get the day started
i might step back on a b_tch, i’m like james harden
n_ggas can’t check me, i’m like curry playin’ at the garden
bro in the paint, throwin’ n_ggas ‘bows, he like ben wallace
we left a hole inside the street, live in the club
had to stab off from that b_tch, you know we f_cked that b_tch up
think i’m trippin’? she ain’t tryna f_ck with me, these hoes dumb
i know she gon’ suck my d_ck, she see me post this hundred plus

- glockboyz teejaee

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