Closer Than Close
[Intro]
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
(Okay, Cam)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Can't be scared to get your hands dirty, that's how the game go
Man, n***as think I moved out the hood, shit, I'm just stayin' low
The opps in my DM like Kevin, talkin' 'bout send a loc'
My bitch know I'm really that n***a, she tell me keep it close
Now what's closer than close? What's better than home?
And shit be crazy, we'd make a n***a payments, but we ain't put him on
That money counter makin' music, I'm tryna sing along
Man, touchin' down, I keep scorin' like we playin' at home (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
You probably used to know me, n***a, now this shit different
The streets shit like ridin' bikes, and I be poppin' wheelies
They probably thinkin' I don't use my gun 'cause I'm hella silly
Man, hitter left my n***a in the streets, but I'd never forget him
My granny heard I'm in the streets, my mama see me with them guns
My lil' sister know I'll burn a n***a up just like the sun
Man, I quit hoopin' and start hoopin', that shit brazy, ain't it?
You want some clout? I'll have everybody postin' you
Man, them n***as in the hood runnin' they mouth like, "I heard GlockBoy did that", ayy
Gettin' this shit, you know what come with it, this ain't that (This ain't that, n***a)
Got n***as stayin' out the hood, man, that's a fact
Man, turn a n***a to some 'za, and this casket'd be the pack
This ain't no Uber, but I'm ridin' in the back, this how you slide, ayy
If she can't shut up when I say so, she ain't mine
I know some hoes who'd love to take your place, she think I'm lyin'
I got some hoes who'd really start suckin' the dick before the drive
My n***a, gangsters move in silence, money talk, that shit confusin'
They really stupid, I learned how to get the money without a tutor
N***a, 50K on me long, I could spread this shit like a rumor
Wack Jumper really a shooter, drop thirty, but I ain't hoopin', ayy
I think it's time I changed the location
Man, like a teacher gradin' tests, you might catch me countin' paper
Back to back foreigns in the hood before I met the [?]
Shit, I used to be in the streets so much, I don't know if we had cable
[Chorus]
Can't be scared to get your hands dirty, that's how the game go
Man, n***as think I moved out the hood, shit, I'm just stayin' low
The opps in my DM like Kevin, talkin' 'bout send a loc'
My bitch know I'm really that n***a, she tell me keep it close
Now what's closer than close? What's better than home?
And shit be crazy, we'd make a n***a payments, but we ain't put him on
That money counter makin' music, I'm tryna sing along
Man, touchin' down, I keep scorin' like we playin' at home (Ayy)
Come on, GlockBoyz, n***a
(Okay, Cam)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Can't be scared to get your hands dirty, that's how the game go
Man, n***as think I moved out the hood, shit, I'm just stayin' low
The opps in my DM like Kevin, talkin' 'bout send a loc'
My bitch know I'm really that n***a, she tell me keep it close
Now what's closer than close? What's better than home?
And shit be crazy, we'd make a n***a payments, but we ain't put him on
That money counter makin' music, I'm tryna sing along
Man, touchin' down, I keep scorin' like we playin' at home (Ayy)
[Verse 1]
You probably used to know me, n***a, now this shit different
The streets shit like ridin' bikes, and I be poppin' wheelies
They probably thinkin' I don't use my gun 'cause I'm hella silly
Man, hitter left my n***a in the streets, but I'd never forget him
My granny heard I'm in the streets, my mama see me with them guns
My lil' sister know I'll burn a n***a up just like the sun
Man, I quit hoopin' and start hoopin', that shit brazy, ain't it?
You want some clout? I'll have everybody postin' you
Man, them n***as in the hood runnin' they mouth like, "I heard GlockBoy did that", ayy
Gettin' this shit, you know what come with it, this ain't that (This ain't that, n***a)
Got n***as stayin' out the hood, man, that's a fact
Man, turn a n***a to some 'za, and this casket'd be the pack
This ain't no Uber, but I'm ridin' in the back, this how you slide, ayy
If she can't shut up when I say so, she ain't mine
I know some hoes who'd love to take your place, she think I'm lyin'
I got some hoes who'd really start suckin' the dick before the drive
My n***a, gangsters move in silence, money talk, that shit confusin'
They really stupid, I learned how to get the money without a tutor
N***a, 50K on me long, I could spread this shit like a rumor
Wack Jumper really a shooter, drop thirty, but I ain't hoopin', ayy
I think it's time I changed the location
Man, like a teacher gradin' tests, you might catch me countin' paper
Back to back foreigns in the hood before I met the [?]
Shit, I used to be in the streets so much, I don't know if we had cable
[Chorus]
Can't be scared to get your hands dirty, that's how the game go
Man, n***as think I moved out the hood, shit, I'm just stayin' low
The opps in my DM like Kevin, talkin' 'bout send a loc'
My bitch know I'm really that n***a, she tell me keep it close
Now what's closer than close? What's better than home?
And shit be crazy, we'd make a n***a payments, but we ain't put him on
That money counter makin' music, I'm tryna sing along
Man, touchin' down, I keep scorin' like we playin' at home (Ayy)