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tye henney - khris middleton كلمات الأغنية

[intro: glockboyz teejaee & tye henney]
yeah (yeah)
([?] just went crazy on this)
got the whole gang in here with me
this sh_t far, though
yeah, n_gga
yeah

[verse 1: tye henney & glockboyz teejaee]
4 a.m., the block still jumpin’
had to tell brodie calm down, he tryna k!ll somethin’
where your ski mask at? this n_gga a real brunny
dealin’ off a jigga, i’d k!ll you for some pill money, n_gga
i ain’t even tryna talk unless you tryna spread
f_ck your lil’ show, i ain’t gon’ go if i can’t get it in
hit it with a one, then again, that sh_t still a ten
n_gga, for the bucks, i’ll play the corner like i’m middleton
b_tch, f_ck a baecation, i got work for sale
i let that p_ssy burn out more than my clientele (uh_uh)
it sell fast, got more hitters than the nfl
thousand_eight grams of fishscale, it might tip the scale
i see them lights, then them headnip
and i got my l bang, i turn to prove my innocence
eighty_dollar blunts, hit it once and let her finish it
freaky lil’ b_tch that got her tongue one on finish him
n_gga, once you snitch, you know we canceling your membership
ain’t beefin’ ’bout no b_tch, too many hoes to be a tender d_ck
n_ggas wolfin’ on the ‘net tryna get a lil’ clout
until we pull up like an ooram be right outside your house
n_gga, if you ain’t talkin’ money, then what the f_ck we talkin’ ’bout?
b_tch, i don’t need no gps ’cause i already know the route
drivin’ back from down south, ’cause i steer this sh_t from [?]
lil’ b_tch ain’t even my b_tch, [?] (come on, glockboyz, n_gga)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
yeah, you tryna hang with me, you better grab your gun
i’m the glockboy, i’ll go outside and shoot n_ggas for fun, n_gga
60k in blues, they thinkin’ i’m a cuz
the chopper, we call this b_tch a cut, it’ll hit, give you a buzz (yeah)
fast cars, fast guns, fast money
i f_ck hoes when i be high, they get to actin’ like they love me
i’ll rob you for your watch, if i was you, i wouldn’t trust me
and i run off with your bag, if i pay you, n_gga, you lucky (boy)
dior, i’ma mix this with the gucci
if murder was the case, you’d go to jail and probably sing like lucci
that was your b_tch, but she gave me the coochie
i be trippin’ without my drugs, i get real moody
n_gga, drive_bys, we don’t f_ck with those, we do walk_ups
man, you the type of n_gga go to jail, you’d probably talk up
i ain’t never had no job, we won’t let no n_gga boss us
i got more hoes in my hood than the city bus
when it get dark, that’s when them k!llers come outside
move smart, take the plates off, and then you go and slide
you the type of n_gga get shot, then go live
try to shoot him in his head so i can see what’s on his mind
(yeah)

- tye henney

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