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Skrilla - Glockboyz Lyrics

[Intro: Skrilla]
Shooter bailout
Come here
(Thank you, Timmy boy)

[Verse 1: Skrilla]
Valentino starb camoflague sticks, I got that shit on (Damn)
I just snort suboxons, I just bomb, she like, "What the fuck you on?" (Bitch I'm geekin’)
I done made so many hitters, BB bought the munchies wit' us
So they can't do nothin’ wit' us, hop out black truck with the gripper (Grrrr, ketamine)
Chalk the show, that shit was sold out
Skrilla got beef you don't know about
Tap the switch once, that can't hold out
Put my bitch in designer fabric, designer junkie, got to have it
Tap the switch once, that shoot rabid, glizzy jumpin' like a rabbit (Nah for real)
Glockboys, everybody love Zenaya
Barbie works, she lookin' fire, got that work-work like Reyaya
No, get work work like Rihanna (Everybody loves glockboys)
Everybody, everybody loves glockboys
Tap that switchy on her back, that bitch gon' Harlem shake
Brodie dissed me on that Instagram, I'll put ’em on a plate
Monkey see a monkey do, we got ’em in the middle
DoodiBabby on the other side, that's monkey in the middle
They done got me in the war, beefin’ with chicken littles
These niggas is mouses to a nigga, I'ma fuckin' 'rilla
I put Ricky head to toe, next year I’m in chinchillas
We done skint the skin up off the bear and put it on the killas
Glockboys, hawkeyes bentin' like I moof
I spit fire in the booth like I'm a fuckin' dragon zeus
Sellin' green eggs with no ham like, what the fuck? I'm Dr. Seuss
Pull a cat up out the hat like I do magic, make a poof (Glockboys)
[Verse 2: Ola Runt]
Pull a cat up out the hat, they thinkin' Ola Dr. Seuss
I done got so rich, I think Chanel became a routine (Thank you, Timmy boy)
I put on for this 5L shit like it was blue jeans
1942, but all her friends want Casemingos
I just call him "P", he be itchin' for a Peteroll
Teach you how to spin the Benz, teach you how to spin a bowl
I might die in Ricky like I'm playin' Boys n the Hood
I can't feel my face right now, on God, nigga, I'm feelin' good
I'm from Zone 6 a.k.a. wish a nigga would
What's a name got hit all in his face, I'm talkin' broad day
ATL got boxes on they Glocks, we call it LegoLand
Ran into an opp, when I was lock, he tried to shake my hand
Every time I step on one of them niggas, you know I do my dance (Do my dance)
Nah, I ain't braggin', but I got shooters, nigga, just like ESPN (ESPN)
Before the Maybach, we was spinnin' out the minivan
And bitch, I feel like 50 Cent when he made Many Men
Soon as I met the priest, she told me, "Be proud of your sins"
And Lil Robert, he wasn't scared to die, he knew I was gon' spin (He knew what I was on)
And all my favorite memories got Cameron dem in it (Cameron dem in it)
I put Rude on all my clothes, I'm dressin' Baltimore
Purple all in my AP just like Baltimore (Baltimore)
Will I still spin? Tell that nigga start the car (Nigga, start the car)
Beads on his neck, he came through like Mardi Gras (Like Mardi Gras)
Tallys on my face, but I'm ridin' in a striker car (5L)
Made it through the day, but he ain't wake up see tomorrow (Nigga dead)
Tryin' to get him clipped, but he ain't want to see no barber (Get him clipped)
Bussdown watches on for every time I done rode MARTA (Every time)
I got so much juice on me right now, I don't need no charger (No charger)
Shoot a nigga in his fuckin' face if he want problems (Want problems)
[Outro: Ola Runt]
Shoot a nigga in his face if he want problems