Glockboyz
C'mon
Cap, boy, what block y'all be on?
Niggas only try to pull up on the block when we gone
On FaceTime with the opps, wish I can pop 'em through the phone
That ain't his real drop, he posted that shit when he got home, ayy
Every time we got a beef, I never back down (I'm certified)
Niggas tryna wrestle with me, this ain't Smackdown, nigga (I got something for you)
Real shit you'll get fapped down
He was chasin' clout, now you got him on yo' background (he a wallpaper)
Y'all believe anything, these niggas big cap (these niggas big cap)
My fans fuck with me, they say I ain't miss yet (okay)
He died last year, come and get yo' lick back (come and get yo' lick back)
Put a hole in him, I hope one of y'all niggas know how to fix flats
In that fast thing, treat my real whip like a stoley
They had the drop, we was outside posted up like a goalie (yeah)
You ain't ready for this shit (at all), baby boy, Jody
Nigga said he on my ass, shut up (shut up), show me
Say that money, it 'II save him (save him)
She will come over your crib and set you up like some cable (like AT&T)
You wouldn't slide if a park paid you
It's all fun and games, bet that shit ain't gon' be funny when I blaze you
Ain't no virgins in the game, everybody popped something
Cappin' out behind tints with rifles when we opp huntin' (get it)
392, the decoy, let the Scat get in the front
I heard yo' homeboy died in the hood, he need a jump, nigga (come on, Glockboyz nigga)
I heard yo' hoemboy died man, y'all was tryna wake him up, nigga
Man like football in the street, we just touch niggas
Nigga like basketball, we take him out the game, we sub niggas
Now he trackstar, he running after I shot the gun, nigga
Man, what block niggas on?
They think I'm scared and out of town, they don't know that I'm at home
On FaceTime with the opps tryna get the drop through the phone
Feeling like Nuk, you got to know that (brra) my favorite song, nigga
Man, fast thangs without no plates, my favorite cars
Better stop while you ahead if you was smart
Turn yo' Scat Pack to a dart
In LA chilling with the Sparks
See, you don't get it but with the AR, mayne, it's like tearing a car apart
Nigga, rock, paper, scissors, Glock, that's my new shit
And my old hoe keep callin', I'm on the block with my new bitch
I'm making illegal turns, the strap on me, I'm really stupid
I'on pay for new sauce, my uncle hit me with his old wrist
Cap, boy (boy), what block y'all be on? (Where?)
Niggas only try to pull up on the block when we gone
On FaceTime with the opps, wish I can pop 'em through the phone
That ain't his real drop, he posted that shit when he got home (ayy)