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letra de srt - nuk & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: glockboyz teejaee]
ayy (bangthatsh-t)

[verse 1: glockboyz teejaee]
man, n-ggas really fans, talk to me like they know me
foreign shoes, euro steppin’ when i step out like ginóbili
man, these chanels on my feet, i be playin’ in the d
i got a crib out in la in the hills, that’s how i sleep
man, rappin’ really easy, the hard part findin’ a beat
man, i be cruisin’ down the mile blowin’ loud just like keesh
a n-gga get me, i’m gon’ get his ass right back before i sleep
n-gga, preach
nine times out of ten i got it on me, never on e
when them boys get behind me, i’m likе a dog, i gotta flea
man, don’t be lookin’ at me crazy likе we hoopin’, i’ma reach
n-gga, that chopstick hit him, he can’t believe it, teddy p
n-gga, this gon’ be my favorite song, my favorite hoes said i did ’em wrong
n-gga, i hate when hoes play hard to get like a 10-to-4
n-gga, i’m rich, the baddest b-tch i hit f-ck all the bros
i told the bros we gon’ keep blowin’ money fast like meech was home

[verse 2: nuk]
this five— this five hundred grams, that’s probably why i keep checkin’ my blinds
only one hitter, i only need one mic just like i’m nas
i treat n-ggas just like winnie, n-ggas be so poo inside
ain’t no playin’ in my hood ’cause n-ggas know that’s suicide
i let the chopper dada rollin’, scream i’m at the usi
we gon’ die about it, we got mob ties just like godfather
i feel like i run the world, i be hittin’ wondergirls
if n-ggas want that thunder pack, i sell out just like stunna girl
boy, i got that dog that pull up to you just like uber eats
that lil’-ass watch, don’t think you flexin’ with them jubilees
i be on the opps’ ass, i’m knowin’ when they do release
my lil’ brother want a drac’, a n-gga, he like, “who is he?”
i like money fights, i tell n-ggas just like, “stack somethin'”
your b-tch d-ck suck me, i’m the one that have her hat jumpin’
i’m too up for ’em, i don’t wanna hear no cap from ’em
i’m done scat packing, boy, i’m that brackin’
want the p-ssy? i’ma cash app it, tell my hoes i’m fast tracking
[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
now i’m a rapper, i sneak the gun inside the club, we just backpack it
beef with me and let me see you, i wish you would
man, i ain’t gotta call n0body, i just gotta throw on my hood
man, derrick rose on the bulls, man, i be trippin’
you better move right, you know you move wrong and we gon’ get ’em
big guns comin’ through car doors and windows
we got a hundred rounds with us, give him a sixty-four nintendo
man, i f-ck every b-tch i meet, tryna see what that p-ssy hittin’ on
and i use every gun i get and get rid of it like a flip phone
i get tired of instagram-beefin’-ass lil’ n-ggas, these n-ggas kids
man, i get mad and wanna go and use my gun, i’m a kid
man, free my dog, he caught a body and got off, he doin’ ten
but free day, he doin’ five, i wish the victim never lived
come on, glockboyz, n-gga

[verse 4: nuk]
on five five
i be sellin’— i got a nose kit
put my d-ck in all my new hoes and stuff my old b-tch
yeah, i came up off my old l!cks
i cut off my hoes because they k!lling me with the old sh-t
i got different type of profits
i be f-ckin’ hoes ’cause all these b-tches love hibachi
i’m a different type of c-cky
i’m a different type of rich
i f-ck with that sh-t that have you trippin’ off a flip
keep that pole with me, i keep metal in my hands
get tired of lookin’ for him, put a bezel on his mans
boy, i bomb n-ggas
in a sense, that mean it’s time tickin’
hit a n-gga with that .223 and let god fix it
i see boy and you hear shots fired
i be pullin’ up just like a ho, yeah, i’m a shot finder
all my n-ggas pits, but we annoying just like rottweilers

- nuk glockboyz teejaee

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