Cartel Talk lyrics

Wock, ok, huh, ok huh, ok huh, ok huh
b*tch, I think I love the wock, ok, ok huh
b*tch, I finger f*cked this Glock, ok huh, ok
Told my jeweler put 950 on my watch
You don't want 950's on your block
Ok huh, ok huh
All this Gucci feel like 'Wop onna block
30, 50's, I got titties on this Glock wit a mop
Life is Gucci, I got Gucci on my socks, on my socks
I'ma put the trap money into stocks, into stocks
Feel like Peezo, b*tch, I'm 'bout to pee a thot, need a knot
Brodie, pass that MAC, I thought a seen a opp, get him shot
Call up Flock, he like Jordan with the Glock, wit the Glock
Caught a tech 'cause my block is burning hot
Ok huh, need a exit 'cause you know I read a lot, read a lot
Told my Yellow's please move mili in 'em spots, in 'em spots
Trap open 24 hours, sh*t don't stop, it don't stop
Diamonds dancing, Bardi do the Yaya bop, ok huh
Fiends said my work be slamming like The Rock, Hit the pot
Feel like Flava Flav wit all these hoes and clocks, f*ck a thot
Hold up wock, hold up Flock, hold up drop, hold up wock, hold up drop, ok huh, yaya bop! (Yaya bop!)
Mama said stop burning all the pots, run it up, switch the spot, yaya treesh, not a thot
Call my phone, n*gga, don't knock
LIke a kid, play with rock
Get you shot, rob the spot, feel like Bishop, feel like Pac
n*ggas don't know we got Glocks, we got sticks, we call shots
Run it up, scrape the pot, we got 'K's, we got mops
We got MAC's, we got mops, clean your block won't miss a spot
Keep yo pants I want some top
I can't cuff you, not a cop
Yaya bop, don't milly rock
Bring the rollie, freeze the spot
She get space, she be shy
Russian 'K leave you shot
Lotta drink in the spot
Whip my wrist in this pot
And free my n*ggas locked eating out the hot pot
And I just scraped some bands, n*gga, out the hot pot
f*ck 12, n*ggas still trapping in 'em hot spots
f*ck probation, n*ggas still trapping in 'em hot spots
Think you lit but you not
Talk to Jake why they jot
Trap a brick 'til it rot
I was trapping, mama spot
You was capping, you don't got
Hit the road for a knot
Yellow mami do the c*ck 191 that the the block
Hunnid guns, mostly Glocks, hunnid dots, duck the shot
Free the block, sh*t don't stop, b*tch, you know we do a lot, holup
Had to bust out Yaya 'cause she do a lot (Stupid yaya)
How yo shoe tied but you still walking with knots? (Yayaa)
[Outro]
Yeah, go 'head n*gga
Man, yall n*ggas already know what it is
It's the mothaf*cking yellows man