[Intro: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
(My n***a Lee, I think we got another one)
Yeah

[Verse 1: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Ayy, we the rappers who gon' pull up with they own money and they own guns
My dog just came across some 'bows, he finna load me up
I hang around some real killers so you can't owe me nothin'
Corner, smokin' weed, runnin' lights, I'm in a stolen Track'
You ain't never got a massage inside the foreign, this the real one
Mama ain't never see me hoop, she see me rappin', say, "You killin' it"
You ever seen one of your opps and tried to spank him? I really did it
I can hit the hood and post up with the savages, I'm the realest
In my Michael J's, I always got my Glock two-three
I sip lean, I pop Percs, I fuck bitches for the free
I heard you beatin' on your bitch 'cause you mad she follow me
I'm just happy I got some money, if I was broke, I wouldn't sleep
I'm The GlockBoy, I ain't trippin', hit my phone if it's a problem
We used to mail 'em back then, but now we fly 'em
You in the trap without no money, we kicked you out, don't waste our time
Unless I put a button on it, you ain't gon' catch me with no 9

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh? Rich n***a, I don't trip about nothin' but my slip, huh (Huh)
Bankroll all blue, I look like a Crip (Look like a Crip)
I got a sixty on me now, R.I.P. to Nip (R.I.P. to Nip)
Caught an opp out, game over, he got Lil' Flip'd (Bah)
I grind hard when the rent due (Swear)
I be playin' with the 'bows, brodie playin' with that Shih Tzu (Huh?)
Hundred M's on my mental (On my mental)
I gotta leave n***as alone, I ain't really tryna get sued (Huh?)
My bitch thick and my bitch rude (Huh?)
Opp n***as tryna get me, the fiends tryna get food (Tryna get food)
N***as see us, they get spooked (Huh?)
N***a, every n***a with me done put a n***a on the news (Huh?)
I don't get sleep, I don't snooze (Huh?)
I wake up every day early to go get blues
I'm rich as fuck, you can still catch me with goons (Huh?)
You know the Glock on fully, boy, don't get boomed (Boom)
[Verse 3: Kerch Dolla]
In the mountains, phone roamin', you can't get through (Dolla)
Bitch tried to tell me I ain't shit, you ain't shit too (What else?)
Lately, I been had a lot of hoes that I can pick through (Keep goin', Dolla)
Still thinkin' 'bout that one shit and how I missed 'em (Keep goin', Dolla)
She looked me in the eyes and still lied to me
Me and bro ain't close as we once was, I'm still around for him (True)
I know a couple n***as who'll never snitch and go down for it (Huh?)
Still bounce through the hood every day, I'm still around for it (Let's go)
Put that ass on me and I bet you get a couple dollars (What else?)
No, this money ain't shit, I was still rich without it (What else?)
All the killers love me, quick to throw 'em a deposit (Facts)
Turn my block into a track, we got traffic just like Mile (Peachtree, n***a)
Plug called, got me on my way back from San Fran (Huh?)
You know half about that one shit, but you don't understand (Huh?)
Was ever down to your last ten, then you should understand (Huh?)
You did that and got caught the next day, it's just business, I understand, Dolla