Broccoli & Cheese
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โฑ๏ธ 2:21 duration
๐ ID: 16166005
๐ Lyrics
(Buddah blessed this beat) yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy (yeah)
We outside, smokin' indo (yeah)
Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah-yeah)
Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah-yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah-yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (yeah), and 30 in my Glock (yeah)
I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop (bah)
I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (yeah), and cheese (yeah)
I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (yeah)
You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (yeah)
You's a peon, nigga, huh, I'm a P (ayy), don't get put on a tee (bah)
I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
In my own world like Travis Scott, they like, "Glock, you dope as fuck"
Might catch me jumpin' out the pot, oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
"Why the fuck they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the buildin', make it blizzard (woo)
These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
18, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
We outside, smokin' indo (the fuck)
Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah)
Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (ooh), and 30 in my Glock
I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (phew)
Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (broccoli), and cheese (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) and cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
And cheese
G-Lock
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy (yeah)
We outside, smokin' indo (yeah)
Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah-yeah)
Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah-yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah-yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (yeah), and 30 in my Glock (yeah)
I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop (bah)
I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (yeah), and cheese (yeah)
I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (yeah)
You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (yeah)
You's a peon, nigga, huh, I'm a P (ayy), don't get put on a tee (bah)
I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
In my own world like Travis Scott, they like, "Glock, you dope as fuck"
Might catch me jumpin' out the pot, oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
"Why the fuck they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the buildin', make it blizzard (woo)
These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
18, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
We outside, smokin' indo (the fuck)
Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah)
Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah)
I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah)
Six figures in my earlobes (ooh), and 30 in my Glock
I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (phew)
Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (broccoli), and cheese (yeah)
(Yeah, yeah) and cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
And cheese
G-Lock
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.07] (Buddah blessed this beat) yeah
[00:05.66] Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
[00:09.74] Yeah, yeah, ayy (yeah)
[00:12.94] We outside, smokin' indo (yeah)
[00:14.75] Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah-yeah)
[00:17.93] Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah-yeah)
[00:21.57] I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah-yeah)
[00:24.78] Six figures in my earlobes (yeah), and 30 in my Glock (yeah)
[00:28.10] I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop (bah)
[00:31.45] I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
[00:35.00] Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
[00:38.17] Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (yeah), and cheese (yeah)
[00:41.87] I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (yeah)
[00:44.97] You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (yeah)
[00:48.38] You's a peon, nigga, huh, I'm a P (ayy), don't get put on a tee (bah)
[00:53.03] I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
[00:56.40] In my own world like Travis Scott, they like, "Glock, you dope as fuck"
[00:59.74] Might catch me jumpin' out the pot, oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
[01:03.10] Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
[01:06.52] "Why the fuck they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
[01:09.93] Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
[01:13.34] It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
[01:16.75] It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the buildin', make it blizzard (woo)
[01:19.82] These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
[01:23.17] Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
[01:26.58] 18, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
[01:29.96] Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
[01:33.19] We outside, smokin' indo (the fuck)
[01:34.97] Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah)
[01:38.46] Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah)
[01:41.58] I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah)
[01:44.95] Six figures in my earlobes (ooh), and 30 in my Glock
[01:48.12] I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
[01:51.53] I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
[01:54.68] Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (phew)
[01:58.27] Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (broccoli), and cheese (yeah)
[02:01.95] (Yeah, yeah) and cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:07.17] And cheese
[02:12.95] G-Lock
[02:13.44]
[00:05.66] Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
[00:09.74] Yeah, yeah, ayy (yeah)
[00:12.94] We outside, smokin' indo (yeah)
[00:14.75] Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah-yeah)
[00:17.93] Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah-yeah)
[00:21.57] I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah-yeah)
[00:24.78] Six figures in my earlobes (yeah), and 30 in my Glock (yeah)
[00:28.10] I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop (bah)
[00:31.45] I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
[00:35.00] Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin'
[00:38.17] Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (yeah), and cheese (yeah)
[00:41.87] I be flexin' hard, bitch, I do this shit with ease (yeah)
[00:44.97] You's a peon, nigga, yeah, I'm a P (yeah)
[00:48.38] You's a peon, nigga, huh, I'm a P (ayy), don't get put on a tee (bah)
[00:53.03] I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut
[00:56.40] In my own world like Travis Scott, they like, "Glock, you dope as fuck"
[00:59.74] Might catch me jumpin' out the pot, oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop
[01:03.10] Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck
[01:06.52] "Why the fuck they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?"
[01:09.93] Bitch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, bitch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle
[01:13.34] It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter
[01:16.75] It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the buildin', make it blizzard (woo)
[01:19.82] These niggas monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle
[01:23.17] Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple bitches
[01:26.58] 18, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' nigga
[01:29.96] Niggas dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house
[01:33.19] We outside, smokin' indo (the fuck)
[01:34.97] Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the .9s came wit' extendos (yeah)
[01:38.46] Choppa on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' shit like B-roll (yeah)
[01:41.58] I come from a city, we don't trick, nigga, we pimp hoes (yeah)
[01:44.95] Six figures in my earlobes (ooh), and 30 in my Glock
[01:48.12] I told the bitch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop
[01:51.53] I fell in love with codeine, shit, I might invest in Wock' (Wock')
[01:54.68] Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (phew)
[01:58.27] Bitch, I'm gettin' broccoli (broccoli), and cheese (yeah)
[02:01.95] (Yeah, yeah) and cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:07.17] And cheese
[02:12.95] G-Lock
[02:13.44]