[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
(Damn, Dame, you tweakin' on the beat)
GlockBoyz shit

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
If he don't got a body, then that n***a not with us
He thought he was thug life until somebody hit him up
Took off on 'em in the 'Cat, made them n***as eat my dust
You gotta have a cute face too, that body not enough
I don't like nobody, I can't help it
He ain't die from the chopper, but he felt it
I ain't slippin', got the Glock under the mattress
Bitch, I want you to myself, bitch, I'm selfish
Two Glock 21s, I call these motherfuckers blackjack boys
Chopper in the book bag'll turn you to a pack, backpack boys
In them strikers back to back, they think wе the Scatpack boys
I be talkin' 'bout the opps, y'all, I fuck with my fat boys
Stop sayin' hе your opp if you don't shoot at him
Somebody stole my gun from somebody else, but I blew at him
Get your happy ass out the car if you ain't tryna slide
Soft-ass n***a probably think we goin' for a ride
N***as talkin' bullshit, I be actin' deaf, I can't hear
Like the sky on January 1st, you get shot at every year
It's some money in this brown paper bag, not no beer
I don't want no face, I just wanna hit her from the rear
I used to block hoes if they ain't let me fuck first night
You gotta watch hoes
We tryna cook all the beef we got, duck them tacos
We in the Dodge, we ain't dodgin' shit but a pothole
Everybody in the fam goons, free Ralo
Bitch pussy wet as hell, where your hole at?
Why the broke n***as always askin' where the hoes at?
Every time I see you with no pole, where your pole at?
He look rich 'cause he iced up, but he stole that
[Verse 2: RTB MB]
Hit an opp with a nail gun like, "Reload that"
Stuffed a 'Wood with a dead opp, n***a, this a soul pack
I don't hang around with dykes, n***a, but I hold straps
They say they don't like the life I'm livin', but I chose that
Me and Tez dropped a deuce in a four, it was necessary
I be in the city and I'm rich, I was never scary
Ironic that we broke an opp heart, it was February
Brodie got the birds in Boston, he be sellin' Larry
Cool n***a, but I'm disrespectful if you hype me up
Killed they main shooter, then I fucked his bitch in some Hyperdunks
Sold some dog food to a fiend, got him right for lunch
Smoke exotics on the daily, it smell like I be lightin' skunks
I don't trick on hoes, I just give 'em the pipe and Runtz
Don't bring your fist to a gun brawl, n***a, we ain't fightin', punk
Mike Myers, stab, stab, stab, I be knifin' cunts
If you flash a bitch a thirty ball then you might can fuck

[Outro: RTB MB]
N***a
RTB GlockBoyz shit, you know what the fuck goin' on, n***a
Gang
What up, Tez?
Come on