Top Songs By Glockboyz Teejaee
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Glockboyz Teejaee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarrish Boone
Composer
Lyrics
Come on
Just like my daddy I'm a pimp
Looking for me I'm in the mall wit that shit
Ten thousand in my pocket
Draggin bags with my bitch
I got a Glock she gotta glocky in the car
We gotta switch nigga
Double cupped up
Irritated off these drugs don't get fucked up
We ain't beefing bout no bitch
You mad yours wanna fuck us
Ridin through yo hood you was outside, yea we looked up
I woke up and got fresh just to chill inside the trap
When yo bitch sucked the dick so good I ain't even give her back
Don't talk that money shit to me
If you don't even got ten racks
And if this rapping shit don't work
Then it's back to selling smack nigga
I ain't nun like these rap niggas
I was born in the streets real trap nigga
If we want it we ah really take yo shit
We don't ask niggas
He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga
I ain't nun like these rap niggas
I was born in the streets real trap nigga
If we want it we ah really take yo shit
We don't ask niggas
He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga
If you ever seen me out I had it on me
Uncle Elroy, catch him slipping he like not the Rollie
I ain't stressing bout no bitch
Just like thug keep it going
I take off on the plug
You the type of nigga to owe em
Boy
We done ran off on the plug twice
We see a rose gold presi we prolly finna have a good night
We taking that
We selling that
Go buy a cheap flight
I was the kid still outside after the street lights
We all grew up playing ball then we stopped
Crazy how the tables turn now we be only shooting glocks
I really got my own bitch but I fuck other niggas thots
Momma like what you want for Christmas
I want a brick just like my pops
I ain't nun like these rap niggas
I was born in the streets real trap nigga
If we want it we ah really take yo shit
We don't ask niggas
He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga
I ain't nun like these rap niggas
I was born in the streets real trap nigga
If we want it we ah really take yo shit
We don't ask niggas
He ain't know I fucked his hoe now he a mad nigga
Used to sit inside the trap by myself
Just me, my scale, my gun, and some dope
The lil stripper think I love her like my dope
I love my money you ain't got nun for me you gotta go
She said I be acting funny because I barely even talk to her
These niggas got these hoes feeling important what is y'all doing
With them dilly ass chains show me y'all jeweler
Man yo bitch weak as hell if I was in jail I wouldn't talk to her
Nigga, aye y'all forgot who y'all was playing with
Y'all so muhfuckin broke
I prolly could fuck the bitch you staying with
Can't even help her with her bills let alone get her head did
We gon buy a couple bows then take them all that's what a shred is
Nigga
Come on
Just like my daddy I'm a pimp
Looking for me in the mall with that shit
Ten thousand in my pocket
Dragging bags with my bitch
I got a Glock she gotta glocky in the car
We gotta switch nigga
Writer(s): Tarrish Boone
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