Broccoli & Cheese - Paper Route EMPIRE/Key Glock.mp3

[00:00.000][Intro]
[00:00.008](Buddah blessed this beat)
[00:03.017]Yeah
[00:06.024]Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:09.786]Yeah
[00:11.540]Yeah, ayy (Yeah)
[00:11.970][Chorus]
[00:12.804]We outside, smokin' indo (Yeah)
[00:14.885]Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
[00:18.146]Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (Yeah)
[00:21.410]I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
[00:24.919]Six figures in my earlobes (Yeah)
[00:26.433]And thirty in my Glock (Yeah)
[00:27.930]I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
[00:31.443]I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock'
[00:34.704]Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
[00:38.214]Bitch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)
[00:41.442]I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (Yeah)
[00:44.954]You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (Yeah)
[00:48.212]You's a peon, nigga, I'm a P (Ayy), don't get put on a tee
[00:52.751][Verse]
[00:53.001]I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
[00:56.550]In my own world like Travis Scott
[00:58.061]They like, "Glock, you dope as ****," might catch me jumpin' out the pot
[01:01.316]Oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
[01:03.071]Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
[01:06.617]"Why the **** they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
[01:09.974]Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
[01:13.234]It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
[01:16.552]It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the building, make it blizzard (Woo)
[01:19.815]These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
[01:23.073]Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
[01:26.514]Eighteen, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
[01:29.768]Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
[01:32.534][Chorus]
[01:32.827]We outside, smokin' indo (Yeah)
[01:34.590]Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah)
[01:37.865]Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (Yeah)
[01:41.370]I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (Yeah)
[01:44.632]Six figures in my earlobes (Ooh)
[01:46.323]And thirty in my Glock
[01:48.083]I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
[01:51.437]I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock'
[01:54.701]Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (Uh-uh)
[01:58.250]Bitch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah)
[02:01.756][Outro]
[02:02.917]Yeah, yeah
[02:04.013]And cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:07.274]And cheese
[02:12.951]G-Lock