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letra de alter ego - rtb mb

[intro: glockboyz teejae]
come on, glockboyz, n-gga
ayy

[verse 1: glockboyz teejae]
man, she wasn’t tryna let me f-ck, i sic my rich friend on her
man, beat the block like artest, man, i went big ben on it
i did two features, hit the mall, now i spent ten bands in it
i’m in the hood like crazy legs, i ain’t gon’ lie, i can’t stand n-ggas, boy
when i was little, i was grown as h-ll
they call me glockboy, i be droppin’ sh-lls off, i work at taco bell
famous as h-ll and i still be pullin’ skits like i’m dave chappelle
i know i’m dumb, but i can show you how that gun work
rose like floyd, he real good with that punch work
ain’t got no game, you in the club tryna get p-ssy, throw somе ones first
baby, i got money, i go broke, i ain’t gon’ liе, i’m sn-tchin’ a man-purse
made her run it back, then put the d-ck in her stomach, she like, “d-mn, it hurt”
[verse 2: rtb mb]
i’m like jerome with your b-tch, i’ma jam in it
you made a hundred, i made a mil’ in the pandemic
i ain’t bringin’ sand to the beach, but i’ma stand in it
female dog, randy orton, n-gga, i’ll slam a b-tch
i’ll rko a b-tch until she tko
my n-ggas pull up with that hundred shots if they don’t see they dough
n-ggas get to thinkin’ rtb if they don’t see they ho
you think it’s autumn when them bullets fallin’ and they leave they bro
i’m a hitman-slash-brickman, i leave ’em stuck up in that quicksand
quick to catch a b-tch up off the rebound, i don’t tip jam
snuck some wock’ up in the club, we poured it in a tin can
he tried to slide on a ten-speed, i bl!cked his kickstand

[verse 3: glockboyz teejaee]
i’m tryna catch a n-gga slippin’
when n-ggas die, i just be hopin’ n0body sayin’ i did it
when i be out, man, i be ridin’ with my bl!cky
they call me wack jumper, i be travelin’, but never trippin’
hoes act different when they know you got some money, it be funny
gotta be ready to use your gun, you gon’ die, you don’t shoot nothin’
my n-gga, i be in the car with baby draco like, “f-ck it”
n-gga, like i’m finna take out the trash, i’ll dump it
this sh-t ain’t nothin’ to me
the tables turned, i be gettin’ b-tches’ number, they be textin’, “when you gon’ come and see me?”
i made a song with the ar, had to put it on repeat
we find a block, we spin a block just like a dvd
[verse 4: rtb mb]
and i ain’t talkin’ glory boyz, i’m with gbe
glockboyz entertainment, wack jumper like cp3
similac the only time a b-tch seen me eat
my verses pay n-ggas, only time i’m mvp
rtb the gang, we pulled up in a lam u
i’m p-ssed hoes tellin’ hoes that them n-ggas is scam users
i’ll pop an x in miami and end up in famu
like how he gettin’ n-ggas knocked off in the city? he so d-mn cool
alter ego, all-black whips, tell my hoes that i’m also emo
had to find his body in that water, told the opps he also nemo
i been into takin’ n-ggas’ chains, they say i’m also deebo

- rtb mb

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