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roadrunner glockboyz tez - wit wateva كلمات الأغنية

[intro: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
(i got so much enrgy)
glockboyz
ayy

[verse 1: roadrunner glockboyz tez]
finna write the judge, tell that n_gga let my opps out
huh, b_tch, i’m thuggin’ ’til i clock out
every time one of my n_ggas die, i’ma rock out
when they lose that key, them n_ggas know they gon’ get locked out
y’all be laughin’, but we know y’all n_ggas hurt
go use some of that energy to dig your homie out the dirt
you don’t never slide, quick to put your homie on a shirt
mad as h_ll at the world ’cause y’all homie ain’t on the earth, n_gga
yeah, y’all scored a couple times, we scored more than y’all
i just gave a b_tch a thousand dollars, f_ck a forty_ball
friendly_ass n_ggas gon’ get robbed tryna link
have lil’ bro come here and rob you blind before you blink
ayy, shoot a n_gga with his own gun
knock him out the park with that stick, home run
when you see them dogs comin’ at you, better not run
b_tch asked me for some money, told her ass i don’t got none
i don’t got sh_t for you but some d_ck
when we catch an opp out, boy, you better use your bl!ck
glock hold fifty, i’m really gon’ use the whole clip
he a grown man, why he actin’ like a whole b_tch?
[verse 2: the godfather]
how i’m hidin’? i’ll go stand in the middle of the 6
we ride around with three k’s, we just prayin’ we don’t get fl!cked
micro drac’, mini drac’, other k come with a switch
walk him down, a hundred shots, then we run back to the whip
i’m like o dog, broad day and knock a n_gga nose off
eighty_five hundred if you askin’ what them ‘bows cost
h_ll nah, you can’t pull up on me, i don’t know dog
f_ck around and go to tennessee gettin’ that blow off
this freaky b_tch keep beggin’ for my d_ck, she ask me what it cost
laughin’ at the opps sayin’ they gon’ k!ll me, chillin’ in the loft
i had to come up with a plan and make myself a boss
i got lawyers on retainer, i pray i never get caught
i take glock 40 everywhere, let it do the talkin’
heard your mans was a shooter, froze up, he in a coffin
we just poured a pint of wock’, it’s dark as h_ll, it look like coffee
we left four holes in his grill, call his an audi

[verse 3: onfully]
free the guys, them the robbers, probably stripped you out your pockets
call my gun grease, when this b_tch hot, it get to poppin’
tryna come up with a plan to stop us, b_tch, keep plottin’
wrap your ass like a gift, hang it up like a stocking
i don’t know what you boys into, but i’m with whatever
got so much money, need a dump truck, f_ck a shovel
the opps call in like clockwork, it’s like they got a schedule
f_cked your b_tch in a public restroom, she want seconds
lil’ bro tryna take the k, he on his next level
hit your ass with a .308 like you got bad credit
i don’t think these n_ggas want no smoke like a bad habit
overdose your ass with these sh_lls like a crack addict
when an opp drop, i choose, i’m out of town like, “sh_t, what happened?”
sellin’ bars by the packs, this sh_t way before rappin’
everybody hate the guys, we did your man so tragic
spray his whole car up, you see him jumpin’ like a rabbit

- roadrunner glockboyz tez

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