Hollaback
[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Uh
[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Dog said it's on the floor, I pushed up on him like what up?
I know where your brother at, I just packed him in a blunt
My young n***a bang Blood, you could catch him in the cut
N***as broke out a year, they had some money for a month
You like a broke toilet, boy, you don't get no ass
Ain't post a picture since the pandemic with your poor ass
When I slide, I shoot first, I don't go last
Me and G was out here robbin' shit with no mask
If I ain't in your life no more, then that's your loss
That jugg worked a year ago, you buyin' burnt sauce
Slid down the wrong block, he should've turned off
Supreme shirt cover the Glock, you ain't gon' see me with my shirt off
Stop actin' like you know me, you don't slide for the guys
It be 10 in the morning when the slide on the 9
N***as sayin' fuck a job and got fried by 5
And that n***a had a 9, that's a 9 to 5
Thirsty-ass bitch, where your water at?
All that dick suckin' shit— man
All that dick suckin' shit finna make me have a heart attack
After I fuck, I ain't Gwen Stefani, girl, I can't holler back
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully]
Ayy
I got fully on that Glock, this bitch'll holler back for sure
If somebody dyin', you don't see me on the 'Gram, I'll probably score
I quit rappin' for a month, I'm tryna wipe a n***a nose
I'm the rapper and the robber and the motherfuckin' dope man
I got fully on the Glock, this bitch'll make a n***a slow dance
But I got so much fuckin' money, I ain't gon' lie, I need some more hands
We almost killed all of the opps, they made some more friends
That n***a said he tired of Mas, come up to score, then
Big pimpin', I really do it, I make money off my ho friends
N***as tellin' me my brother ain't on shit, then you don't know Red
No cap, I was out of town with a drop, shit, I called Tez
My n***a, I be tryna fuck every bitch, they all freaks
No cap, when Woo died, we slid fifty two weeks (Shee)
[Verse 3: OnFully]
I booked the opps for they funeral, it's twenty-four seats
Fuck the striker, we ain't drivin', we gon' catch 'em on feet
You need to get your lick back, talkin' 'bout head tap
Glock take his soul like a robbery, I been said that
Tell your bitch she can have the money homeless, I done gave back
Took her to the room so many times, she think this where I live at
Got the drop, put him in the ground where his mans at (Shee)
Faceshot left his head ringin', need to stand back
Brodie put some cheese on your head 'cause he hate bread
I got on gloves when I'm finna bust like it's safe sex
Uh
[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Dog said it's on the floor, I pushed up on him like what up?
I know where your brother at, I just packed him in a blunt
My young n***a bang Blood, you could catch him in the cut
N***as broke out a year, they had some money for a month
You like a broke toilet, boy, you don't get no ass
Ain't post a picture since the pandemic with your poor ass
When I slide, I shoot first, I don't go last
Me and G was out here robbin' shit with no mask
If I ain't in your life no more, then that's your loss
That jugg worked a year ago, you buyin' burnt sauce
Slid down the wrong block, he should've turned off
Supreme shirt cover the Glock, you ain't gon' see me with my shirt off
Stop actin' like you know me, you don't slide for the guys
It be 10 in the morning when the slide on the 9
N***as sayin' fuck a job and got fried by 5
And that n***a had a 9, that's a 9 to 5
Thirsty-ass bitch, where your water at?
All that dick suckin' shit— man
All that dick suckin' shit finna make me have a heart attack
After I fuck, I ain't Gwen Stefani, girl, I can't holler back
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee & OnFully]
Ayy
I got fully on that Glock, this bitch'll holler back for sure
If somebody dyin', you don't see me on the 'Gram, I'll probably score
I quit rappin' for a month, I'm tryna wipe a n***a nose
I'm the rapper and the robber and the motherfuckin' dope man
I got fully on the Glock, this bitch'll make a n***a slow dance
But I got so much fuckin' money, I ain't gon' lie, I need some more hands
We almost killed all of the opps, they made some more friends
That n***a said he tired of Mas, come up to score, then
Big pimpin', I really do it, I make money off my ho friends
N***as tellin' me my brother ain't on shit, then you don't know Red
No cap, I was out of town with a drop, shit, I called Tez
My n***a, I be tryna fuck every bitch, they all freaks
No cap, when Woo died, we slid fifty two weeks (Shee)
[Verse 3: OnFully]
I booked the opps for they funeral, it's twenty-four seats
Fuck the striker, we ain't drivin', we gon' catch 'em on feet
You need to get your lick back, talkin' 'bout head tap
Glock take his soul like a robbery, I been said that
Tell your bitch she can have the money homeless, I done gave back
Took her to the room so many times, she think this where I live at
Got the drop, put him in the ground where his mans at (Shee)
Faceshot left his head ringin', need to stand back
Brodie put some cheese on your head 'cause he hate bread
I got on gloves when I'm finna bust like it's safe sex