Glock Party (feat. Young Moeses)

Yup Break down the bail Don't no scale Yo trap not up to par He sick as hell Ain't getting no mail Onions by the jar Like we got groceries for sell My young boy still be scamming Shout out to my nigga Zel I got the strap I got them beaters Might knock that boy out his shoes We never fold We just gone eat him Won't leave nothing for the news Glock Party Block Babies That boy go straight crazy Raised on that corner Streets saved me Yehh all black in the daylight Matte black mac And it blend in with the night No matter if a hater try with all his might Let me in the building Ima ball tonight Yeh small fry to a great white When it's all on the line we gone take flight Couple bands want him gone by the daylight Never say that it's wrong if ain't right No I can't stay long baby don't cry In this moment she can see our whole life Maybe we can swap tongues if it's alright Got some some kush in my lungs Trying to get high Naw really I ain't up Trying to get by From the outside That ain't what it look like Still battling some demons on the inside And I watch for 12 Like a minute til midnight Yeahhh Yeahhh Yeeehhhhhhh Ya already know what the f*ck going on Ay what you tell em foo Yup Break down the bail Don't no scale Yo trap not up to par He sick as hell Ain't getting no mail Onions by the jar Like we got groceries for sell My young boy still be scamming Shout out to my nigga Zel I got the strap I got them beaters Might knock that boy out his shoes We never fold We just gone eat him Won't leave nothing for the news Glock Party Block Babies That boy go straight crazy Raised on that corner Streets saved me Too many complications In this system Another shot I take yo hoe and go lick her Young nigga started breaking all of the limits Been breaking the bank With these bars for a living Hey And I know they hate me How else you explain all the congregating Plotting all of my moves for a destination Got the poker for doc Keep testing patience Don't need you prescription I'm medicated Hit the blunt write a scripture Then meditate How I f*ck up the city through innovation Ain't enough roll some more For some motivation Quick to hop on the pack like Geronimo Serve the city back to back like Domino's Quick to go buss down a bail like a pot of gold Shout out to the streets Got me through the cold Hey Yup Break down the bail Don't no scale Yo trap not up to par He sick as hell Ain't getting no mail Onions by the jar Like we got groceries for sell My young boy still be scamming Shout out to my nigga Zel I got the strap I got them beaters Might knock that boy out his shoes We never fold We just gone eat him Won't leave nothing for the news Glock Party Block Babies That boy go straight crazy Raised on that corner Streets saved me