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roadrunner glockboyz tez - mo rank كلمات الأغنية

[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
yeah
ayy, this my sh_t, n_gga
glockboyz sh_t

[chorus: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more rank than?
why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more pape’ than?
make it make sense, n_ggas got fake views, fake thugs, fake kicks

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
i call my n_gga juan betty crocker ’cause he bake sh_t
n_ggas think i’m crispy, i was thinkin’ this a play ’fit
i be k!llin’ n_ggas, better find somethin’ safe to play with
every time i turn around, a n_gga lie
every time i turn around, another n_gga i don’t like die
every time i turn around, we make an opp cry
every time i turn around, i see an opp block
[?] round on the chop, this b_tch shoot all day
how y’all n_ggas tryna play it? b_tch, i’m 24k
i be tryna tell thesе n_ggas i don’t play
i be tryna tell thesе n_ggas glockboy from ’round that way, n_gga

[chorus: roadrunner glockboyz tez & the godfather]
why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more rank than?
why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more pape’ than?
make it make sense, n_gga
make it make sense
ayy, why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more rank than?
why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more pape’ than?
make it make sense, n_ggas got fake views, fake thugs, fake kicks (yeah, yeah, ayy)
[verse 2: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
why you tryna beef? it ain’t no guns over there
if you a real stepper, hold your gun in the air
them bullets hawked him down, he was tryna run over there
b_tch, don’t call me daddy, i don’t got no sons over there (ayy, ayy, ayy, headtap, headtap)
have him facetime the 40, ask it for his head back
n_ggas’ sh_t don’t sound sweet ’cause i already said that
go check what’s her name body, that’s where all the lead, n_gga
n_gga
n_gga
n_gga

[verse 3: the godfather]
why would i hate on n_ggas that got more rank than? (why?)
i’m in the streets, i just treat it like a playpen (i do)
i give the drop to lil’ bro if i can’t spin
how we ain’t slidin’ in y’all dyin’? make it make sense (make it make sense)
how y’all n_ggas wanna play it? we can shoot all day
i ain’t worryin’ ’bout n0body, i got 24 k’s
don’t never talk about my bodies, take this sh_t to the grave
more rank than your big homie, i’d— in his face
why would i hate on n_ggas that i got more rank and pape’ than?
oiled up the glock, took it apart so it can’t jam
taxin’ n_ggas, uncle sam, k!ll ’em, then count the bands
24, who n_ggas b_tches? treat ’em like they hams (hoes)
me and tez, we just did this sh_t again
i’ma keep slidin’ ’til i die, n_gga, that’s just what it is
i’m like an artist, i’d pull up and paint on n_ggas’ heads
free the f_ckin’ dog, man, they had to put him in the feds

- roadrunner glockboyz tez

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