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glockboyz teejaee - you know the name lyrics

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
ayy, n_gga
you know the name, man, you know i got it on me, n_gga
come on, glockboyz, n_gga
you know the vibes, n_gga (j, this sh_t too crazy)
come on

[chorus: glockboyz teejaee]
ayy, you know the name, man, you know i got it on me, n_gga (glockboyz, n_gga)
i’m with the bandgang, you know we got some money with us
ayy, she really out here workin’ for lonnie, they think she gold diggin’ (gold diggin’)
and i can show a b_tch some sh_t, she got more money than her old n_gga (she got more money than her old n_gga)
you know my name, man, you know i got my glock, boy (i got my glock, boy)
when i’m with lonnie, he want your chain, don’t get shot for it (don’t get shot for it)
you know that street sh_t ain’t a game, i call it mycourt (i call it mycourt)
you see, this glock got different modes, i got this b_tch in sport (i got this b_tch in sport)

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
man, i’m the best at this sh_t
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout his watch, lonnie invest in his wrist
n_gga stompin’ on that work, he the best with that kick
i ain’t talking ’bout his girl, but he invest in that b_tch
man, i’m just sayin’, though
money feed the fam and you need fam in case the feds come
man, i go in the booth and go r_t_rded, just be playin’ dumb
n_gga f_ckin’ hoes i never saw in life and call ’em friends, though
they even pull up on me tryna get come get high like they my mans, though
like, sh_t, we d_mn near have a shootout every day (come on)
so many bodies in the city, i think they runnin’ out of tape (come on, ayy)
we can’t be beefin’ with these n_ggas if they g_y (ayy)
i wish he would’ve smoked that n_gga, kinda mad at 9k
[verse 2: bandgang lonnie bands]
i’m kinda mad at myself, i sold a brick in nine days
i’m mad at poody, i’m still traffickin’ on the highway
i’m mad as h_ll they put the chip on the machines, they took the swipe away
boom happy as h_ll, he caught two n_ggas smokin’ in the driveway
hey, my safe look like an inmate number
hey, i call this ar_15 demarcus cousins
i ain’t gotta leave town for an ounce, i get forty_five hundred
hit a country town unannounced, man, them rednecks really love me

[verse 3: rob vicious]
ayy, if we pull up on the opps, ain’t no mistakes
shout out to your b_tch, that b_tch a bop, how my d_ck taste?
this the type of chopper, when you shoot, it make your wrist break
and tell the truth, lil’ bro just took your sh_t, no, it ain’t misplaced
street n_ggas take wins and losses, all part the game
made a million dollars off rappin’ and i stayed the same
your trap stack ain’t at least hundred thousand, then that sh_t change
b_tch, i’m rob vicious, i’m ’bout real as this sh_t came
[verse 4: onfully]
i feel like f_ck the world if you ain’t vibin’ with me
i can’t even keep a b_tch for one day, these hoes be clingy
up this b_tch, it ain’t no pullin’ back, do i look like chingy?
you n_ggas out here gossip like the hoes, worser than the b_tch wendy
when brodie got that f on his belt, ain’t talkin’ fendi
he’ll up that b_tch and pop it, even if you try reachin’
pj tryna score somethin’, n_gga look like ben simmons
since a kid, i knew i want the bag, so i go get it

- glockboyz teejaee lyrics

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