Lyrics
C'mon Glockboyz ****
Yeah
C'mon
Glockboyz
**** speaking on the dead you know wassup with them
Aye
He dissed Woo now he with him
Tryna play both sides **** ain't no in the middle
In a picture only time I see him with a pistol
Yo bitch blew me down you let her kiss you (Dumbass)
Hit em in the stomach it look like he got a C-Sec
We got some killers in the gang that y'all ain't get to meet yet
Saw a opp in traffic **** tried to let his seat back
Got a name still a take a **** Glock, let me see that
Aye
No for real tho', diss the dead you gone die, that's some shit you'll get killed for
Hit em with that chopper lift him off his feet make him do the heel toe
Unemployment gave y'all **** all that pape' and y'all still broke
All them **** with you got a gun they still hoes
Left that **** open bet that **** eyes still closed
My bitch can wear a Mink in the summer and she still cold
I hate when Izzo call me on the 'Gram, I think he still bowl
I hate wannabees, I hate fat ****, I hate opps
I hate when **** go live that make it easy for the cops
That was last year we got more then 700 Glocks
Every time we make the news we let off 700 shots
**** that was last year, now we got 700 chops
Even in the mall with no energy I be shopping 'til I drop
Man we them steppers name a **** beefing with us who ain't got shot
That **** around this bitch clowning he gone die just like his pops
I'm like Tez, I'm like Dae, I hate fat ****
Out of town with gang members only I'm just like Stax ****
I'm on the east with Nuk but just like two we opp pack ****
Man that's a fact ****
If all my **** wasn't sitting in jail we would've smashed them ****
Man we the Glockboyz who you think we taking orders from
Brodie put 50 on a **** head I hope his order come
If Tez driving, I'm right beside him, we'll shoot from door to door
The opps dying and we keep dropping more and more ****
Written by: Martez Harrison
