Beef Pt. 3

[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez & GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Come on, GlockBoyz, nigga
Yeah
Come on
GlockBoyz, nigga
Niggas speaking on the dead, you know it's up with 'em

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Ayy, he dissed Woo, now he with him
Tryna play both sides, nigga, ain't no in the middle
In the picture only time I see him with a pistol
Your bitch blew me down, you let her kiss you, dumbass
Hit him in the stomach, it look like he got a C-sec
We got some killers in the gang that y'all ain't get to meet yet
Saw an opp in traffic, nigga tried to let his seat back
Got a name, still'll take a nigga Glock, let me see that
Ayy, naw, for real, though
Diss the dead, you gon' die, that's some shit you'll get killed for
Ayy, hit him with that chopper, lift him off his feet, make him do the heel-toe
Unemployment gave y'all niggas all that pape' and y'all still broke
All them niggas with you got a gun, they still hoes
Left that nigga open, bet that nigga eyes still closed
My bitch can wear a mink in the summer, she still cold
I hate when Izzo call me on the 'Gram, I think he still bold
Ayy, I hate wannabes, I hate fat niggas, I hate opps
I hate when niggas go live, that make it easy for the cops
That was last year, we got more than seven hundred Glocks (Dumbass)
Every time we make the news, we let off seven hundred shots

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
Nigga, that was last year, now we got seven hundred chops
Leavin' the mall without no energy, I be shopping 'til I drop
Man, we them steppers, name a nigga beefin' with us who ain't got shot
That nigga around this bitch clowning, he gon' die just like his pops
I'm like Tez, I'm like Dae, I hate fat niggas
Out of town with gang members only, I'm just like Stax, nigga
I'm on the East with Nuk, but just like Stewie, we opp pack niggas
Man, that's a fact, nigga
If all my niggas wasn't sitting in jail, we would've smashed them niggas (Come on)
Man, we the GlockBoyz, who you think we takin' orders from?
Brodie put fifty on a nigga head, I hope his order come
And Tez driving, I'm right beside him, we'll shoot from door to door
The opps dying and we keep droppin' more and more, nigga (We keep droppin' more and more)