ShittyBoyz, Tae Retro - Zeke & Luther lyrics

Glock just like a rocketship
This bitch'll send 'em out of space
Steady asking
"Where the hoes?" Why you ain't
Worried 'bout no pape'?
Right outside his crib
Tryna take him out just like a date
On my grind like Zeke and Luther but
I don't know how to skate
Fuck the back and forth
Pull up and show what you gon' do to me
I ain't tryna fuck, just
Want the brain, bitch, come and tutor me
We are not the same
They notice me without no jewelry
Bitch, act like you know
You didn't know that you can Google me?

Linking with the ShittyBoyz got me
Tripping in this bitch
Heard you was a big steppеr
Why you limping in this bitch?
Heard a hater walked in
Hе went missing in this bitch
Thought your brodie was a shooter
He was kidding in this bitch
I can't even leave the crib
Unless the bag my destination
Catch me balling with your bitch like
I just called a isolation
Why these niggas tryna beef when they
Know Tae got higher ratings?
Separating from these niggas like
I fuck with segregation

Ain't no coffee in this cup
This a Wockiana potion
If you see me at the function
Know I'm Glockiana toting
You don't catch me in the booth
You know I probably got some motion
If I ain't in the AMG
I'm in the Maserati floating
Bitch, I'm pissed off
Tryna set the play? Get you picked off
Seven hundred horses, finna lift off
Yo' bitch on me for my
Tee 'cause this bitch Off'

Put a RP in my juice, I might tip over
You would keep it tucked
I'm with some pull it off the hip soldiers
Twelve pulled me over, shit
I'm in here tryna get sober
Hollow hit his head and take off
Hair like a lint roller
Twelve 'Woods back-to back
I been chain smoking
You a lil' pup, I'm big dog
Call me Beethoven b and E's
Lil' brodie out here cracking safes open
He should've thought with his head
Now his brain showing that's a scary sight

Riding with a bad bitch
That's colder than December
I be shitting and you don't
So you can't be a member
Feel like Popeyes, all this chicken
Come and get a tender
Now you tough? You used to be
A bitch just like a transgender

Take my talents to LA, bitch
I'm feeling like LeBron
Bitch, I'm moving like a king
I can't settle for no pawn
How the fuck you in that field
When you never left the lawn?
And I'm moving lowkey
They don't know what time I'm on

Keep a pistol like I'm Pete
Don't get balled on
Same bitch you love the bitch
I put my balls on
Dragging bags through that bitch
Until the mall closed
Treat your bitch like a dog, she on all fours

Feel like Larry Bird
We shooting trips to Indiana
We done poured up fifty
Fanta's, in the store, we really jamming
Pick 'em up and tie 'em up
They sick they gotta give me ransom
Was always talking out his neck
So is his death really random?
Hmm, I don't think so