[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Ayy, n***a
You know the name, man, you know I got it on me, n***a
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
You know the vibes, n***a (J, this shit too crazy)
Come on
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Ayy, you know the name, man, you know I got it on me, n***a (GlockBoyz, n***a)
I'm with the BandGang, you know we got some money with us
Ayy, she really out here workin' for Lonnie, they think she gold diggin' (Gold diggin')
And I can show a bitch some shit, she got more money than her old n***a (She got more money than her old n***a)
You know my name, man, you know I got my Glock, boy (I got my Glock, boy)
When I'm with Lonnie, he want your chain, don't get shot for it (Don't get shot for it)
You know that street shit ain't a game, I call it MyCourt (I call it MyCourt)
You see, this Glock got different modes, I got this bitch in sport (I got this bitch in sport)
[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Man, I'm the best at this shit
I ain't talkin' 'bout his watch, Lonnie invest in his wrist
N***a stompin' on that work, he the best with that kick
I ain't talking 'bout his girl, but he invest in that bitch
Man, I'm just sayin', though
Money feed the fam and you need fam in case the feds come
Man, I go in the booth and go retarded, just be playin' dumb
N***a fuckin' hoes I never saw in life and call 'em friends, though
They even pull up on me tryna get come get high like they my mans, though
Like, shit, we damn near have a shootout every day (Come on)
So many bodies in the city, I think they runnin' out of tape (Come on, ayy)
We can't be beefin' with these n***as if they gay (Ayy)
I wish he would've smoked that n***a, kinda mad at 9K
[Verse 2: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
I'm kinda mad at myself, I sold a brick in nine days
I'm mad at Poody, I'm still traffickin' on the highway
I'm mad as hell they put the chip on the machines, they took the swipe away
Boom happy as hell, he caught two n***as smokin' in the driveway
Hey, my safe look like an inmate number
Hey, I call this AR-15 DeMarcus Cousins
I ain't gotta leave town for an ounce, I get forty-five hundred
Hit a country town unannounced, man, them rednecks really love me
[Chorus: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Ayy, you know the name, man, you know I got it on me, n***a (GlockBoyz, n***a)
I'm with the BandGang, you know we got some money with us
Ayy, she really out here workin' for Lonnie, they think she gold diggin' (Gold diggin')
And I can show a bitch some shit, she got more money than her old n***a (She got more money than her old n***a)
You know my name, man, you know I got my Glock, boy (I got my Glock, boy)
When I'm with Lonnie, he want your chain, don't get shot for it (Don't get shot for it)
You know that street shit ain't a game, I call it MyCourt (I call it MyCourt)
You see, this Glock got different modes, I got this bitch in sport (I got this bitch in sport)
[Verse 3: Rob Vicious]
Ayy, if we pull up on the opps, ain't no mistakes
Shout out to your bitch, that bitch a bop, how my dick taste?
This the type of chopper, when you shoot, it make your wrist break
And tell the truth, lil' bro just took your shit, no, it ain't misplaced
Street n***as take wins and losses, all part the game
Made a million dollars off rappin' and I stayed the same
Your trap stack ain't at least hundred thousand, then that shit change
Bitch, I'm Rob Vicious, I'm 'bout real as this shit came
[Verse 4: OnFully]
I feel like fuck the world if you ain't vibin' with me
I can't even keep a bitch for one day, these hoes be clingy
Up this bitch, it ain't no pullin' back, do I look like Chingy?
You n***as out here gossip like the hoes, worser than the bitch Wendy
When brodie got that F on his belt, ain't talkin' Fendi
He'll up that bitch and pop it, even if you try reachin'
PJ tryna score somethin', n***a look like Ben Simmons
Since a kid, I knew I want the bag, so I go get it
