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GlockBoy chords by Glockboyz Teejaee

Verse 1
Em
C
We the Glock boys,
Glock know me,
change bodies like steroids
Em
I'm in the hood like this bitch
ain't even high tonight in Paranoid
Plus I be in and out of town,
C
really rappin', they even pay me
They call me Glock boy with the Glock,
nigga,
Em
I'm undefeated like Floyd
Man, how you think I got my name, niggas?
We the grave, niggas
Send your ass right up to God,
I already saved niggas
I don't gang bang, I shoot niggas,
I don't fake niggas
Nigga, my daddy see me ride with
the guns like you ashamed, nigga
Man, I'm a man without it
I told my mama that your baby boy
doin' niggas like Rodney
Send that shit, man, you heard of it
Yeah, Melvin with the Goddamn
Birdman and YB
My niggas link up and be poppin', ayy
Man, shit, I was gon' grab a Caddy,
then I wrecked the Benz
Shit, out of town, one -line the AMG,
C
got in the wreck again
Em
Started throwin' up five -five,
should I be throwin' ten?
Had to opt for that,
but I'd catch him bein' ten again
Pew, pew, pew
That's the police flyin' up the block,
they tryna catch the Glock, boy, they stupid
In school, was so damn hard,
man, I just stopped goin'
That nigga died off in one shot,
I had a lot for
Ayy, man, it wasn't easy, shit,
I had to spend a block for
Niggas be runnin', duckin',
hidin' at the same time
when them shots go
My niggas had beef, I was like, who,
show me my opinions
Ain't even used to want us,
had to stew until we popped on
I guess I'm friendly,
I ask hoes who they is
and who they came with
I love new hoes,
they treat me like I'm famous
Bitch tryna get some dick from me,
I told her, give me a payment
Send my cash app to that hoe,
man, she thought that I was playin'
Big Glock boys, nigga,
we in the club with toys with it
Nigga, I'm rich, I don't beef,
that's a sport for poor people
C
Em
Nigga, I deliver, you want beef,
I bring it to your door
Then you ain't even gotta ask
if I got my gun, of course, nigga
Shoot, shoot, shoot,
C
Em
we flyin' in them cats
Muncharvish Porter with that blick,
man, I'll bring it back
Niggas said he on my head,
boy, he fit a cap
I feel like Plagg's,
I'm on some other shit
C
Em
and that all black
Matter fact, I feel like Gucci after he
popped Punky Seen murder when I was 12,
I be paranoid, niggas stop
I'm on the phone with three hoes,
they on the floor, but they at
Barlow, I'm in the city,
niggas think I'm out of town,
I'm really schooled,
this how you do it, ayy
See, I be runnin' game on hoes,
I'm like a poet
And yeah, I hit yo' bitch in her flower bind
just like Lotus
Yo' bitch freaky,
she finna fuck the dog just like Lotus
Boy, they know it's always on me,
Outro 1
cause it's pokin'
Em
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