[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My nigga went out, leave the house, I be like, "Fuck it"
Walk outside with the gun inside my hand, ain't finna tuck it
Ridin’ in traffic, break a bill on a nigga, drop a hundred
Slidin' and gun'll catch a nigga hangin’ with me good for somethin'
You gotta know your role, like you shootin' dice
You gotta know that road, just like a turnpipe
You gotta know that stove, it's like you cookin' rice
Man, free my nigga Stone
I ain't gon' lie, he'd be home if we was never told
[Verse 1: Nuk]
Told my bitch that this money so old, she can smell the mold
R.O.B, man, Sunny’d be home if niggas never told
We’ll pull up on these niggas' home, thеy’d never know
It's like bro shot a shot right by thе rim 'cause he'll let it float
Brodie wanna turn niggas to strands, he say these niggas jokes
My mans say we keep droppin’ they mans, they gon' have a stroke
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My nigga [?] doin' ten, I know he keep the pole
Nigga, every ten he have boy and girl in the trap like a sleepover
Clip keep pokin', too old for a 30, I got a 50 on it
Man, use the pistol, but the K got a 30 on it like Stephen Curry
[?], I heard he beat a nigga ass right after the [?]
[?], my nigga tried to bang a brick at the Kentucky Derby
At the trap house, don't pull up runnin' house, might bring your ho out
She good for the tapout, so I get the neck and let her stab out
[Verse 3: Nuk & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Boy, if you ain't gettin' money with me, then you assed out
Told her I'ma nut right down her throat, she got a bad mouth
Boy, you can't fake me out with silly scale tricks
Had some 'bows that ain't make it to me, ain't used the mail since
I fuck with psycho hoes, I may have to cut 'em off my dick
And before you bring my work, make sure you cut it off the brick (Let me get mine)
We got fast food like Bojangles
My bitch say I'm the only nigga fuckin', she got low maintenance
[Verse 4: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
We in the hood, chopper with the wood, but the AR stays
She give me money for the drugs, she sell her medication to us
You don't wanna beef with me 'cause you ain't gon' get into it
You don't know how to drive the 'Cat, man, let me show how we do it
Man, ask Red, we gon' have to get some tires for this motherfucker
And party pooper, I'll end a nigga fast like a cold summer
More money than problems, problems startin' not to matter
Man, I get mad and get madder, blues in her lando like the mattress
Man, stupid nigga, silly nigga, kill a nigga, I'm like, "All of the above"
Take a nigga out the game, wack jumper, he need a sub
[Verse 5: Nuk]
Lil' brodie threw so many shots and he ain't got a buzz
If I want him hit, I point 'em out, don't even gotta budge
We done dropped so many opps in 2020, they need hugs
Lil' bro didn't even went and caught him one and he a sub
I be havin' her out bustin' 'scripts, she feel 'em in her scrub
I ain't been on no horse, I'm in Kentucky with a dub
Ever since that I got money, bitches suck me up for fun
Brodie really got a bag, he run the bird like [?]
I might fuck a bitch, but shootin' up her club ain't what I do
I can't never club, can't never party, my niggas gon' shoot
They ain't never late, ain't ever tardy, my niggas gon' hoop (My niggas gon' hoop)
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
My nigga went out, leave the house, I be like, "Fuck it"
Walk outside with the gun inside my hand, ain't finna tuck it
Ridin' in traffic, break a bill on a nigga, drop a hundred
Slidin' and gun'll catch a nigga hangin' with me good for somethin'
You gotta know your role, like you shootin' dice
You gotta know that road, just like a turnpipe
You gotta know that stove, it's like you cookin' rice
Man, free my nigga Stone
I ain't gon' lie, he'd be home if we was never told
