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letra de tripple x - nuk & glockboyz teejaee

[intro: nuk]
ayy (bangthatsh-t)

[verse 1: nuk]
these n-ggas don’t be spinnin’, n-ggas non-violent
i be with a glockboy every day and i keep nine thousand
n-ggas always tucked in when we ride by ’em
you pua n-ggas like craigslist when we go ride by her
fast cars, when we take off, boy, they hear our tires
i ain’t make it on the fed list, but i supply like meijers
i be seein’ lil’ narc police trackin’ where i be
told ’em if they come to candyland, they gon’ get vip’ed
42k, you never heard of that?
they say we back dangerous, say we back beatin’ the murder raps
brick came hard, i could probably break the curb with that
he probably got a deduction on his time if he wasn’t servin’ that
dogstyle, i beat it hard until i bust on cheeks
there’s dead n-ggas burnin’ in our ‘woods, we don’t talk ’bout beef
who gon’ talk like me? who gon’ walk like me?
i’ll hop out and walk him down in my off-white sneaks

[chorus: nuk & glockboyz teejaee]
f-ck the meganese, she wanna show off with her neck
i might start a whippin’ school so i can show ’em my finesse
boy, i put so many hours in this sh-t, don’t get no rest
brodie go out on them missions and come back like triple x (ayy)
[verse 2: glockboyz teejaee]
my n-gga, i just took a shot, that b-tch’ll switch y’all neck
behind the best, tryna take every piece of the board like chess
man, n-ggas stressed, they ain’t got no money, they tryna see what’s next
man, i’m with dev, he got more clips, n-gga, than cars in the ‘vette
man, n-ggas finished, they’d k!ll for a state
put a state on n-ggas’ head, they be dead in a day
had the draco in sport mode, this b-tch ain’t even got no plates
man, on the ‘gram, a hundred k, my old b-tch was callin’ me bae
i’m finna stab off
they like, “what happened to the range?” i blew the dash off
man, my high school crush really hate me, we knocked her mans off
n-gga, f-ck it, we be tryna k!ll his brother with the same glock
man, i’m a glockboy right now, i’m with my fifty-five n-ggas
man, i’m with nuk, me and him can shoot like fifty-five n-ggas
man, he got k, i got k, they think we fifty-five n-ggas
just me and him shootin’ like we got a pass from lebron
man, like king, she work for me and set n-ggas up like don, n-gga

[chorus: nuk]
f-ck the meganese, she wanna show off with her neck
i might start a whippin’ school so i can show ’em my finesse
boy, i put so many hours in this sh-t, don’t get no rest
brodie go out on them missions and come back like triple x

[verse 3: nuk]
i know they tired of spinnin’ blocks, comin’ back with no release
i done sold so many oranges, i come back like double d
he do a gram off the head, real high, he don’t like to chill
man, i sold so many g7s, i’m like mike too
[verse 4: glockboyz teejaee]
i told nuk, man, we be makin’ n-ggas bleed like you
turn a good night into a long day like school
man, droppin’ opps in twos, they’ve been takin’ l-l’s like cool
man, n-ggas crazy, if we ever sold a strap, then we just used it

[verse 5: nuk]
it’s the oop way, n-ggas in my hood be sayin’ bool
they got life sentences, we knowin’ that them l-l’s ain’t cool
b-tch, i’m bool, not cool, but i still be with the j’s
i know where i got off the blues, and it’s not on dixie lane

[verse 6: glockboyz teejaee]
just like rush hour, see n-gga with jewelry, jackie chan
man, n-ggas tryna leave the streets, we doin’ broad day like kane
and spin the block, whoever tryna help him get it, we insane
man, i know how to get some money, i got the sauce, baby ray

- nuk glockboyz teejaee

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