Glock Party

[Intro]
Oo shit, that's a Danny G beat

[Chorus: TRDee]
You know I'm busting quick, this Glock a verjin
I don't like no broke niggas around, make me nervous
Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it
How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?
It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up
Imma keep balling till I'm dead or in handcuffs
How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season
[?] no paper always [?]

[Verse 1: TRDee]
Act like you know that you talking to a GOAT
Spent a thousand for the coat
Pussy wet just like a bote
What scare me is going broke
But you know that I ain't worried
He was balling now he not, somebody please hang up his jerzy
Choosing off the [?] maybe try [?]
She gon' let me come and hit it, everytime I touch down
Ball on you forever, you ain't know you on my shit list?
[?] niggas, have them asking how I get this?
It was 2017, [?] bad and she mean
[?] it's clean, dope dick, she a fiend
Never ball without my team, everybody jump [?]
[?]
Competition, what you mean?

[Chorus: TRDee]
You know I'm busting quick, this Glock a verjin
I don't like no broke niggas around, make me nervous
Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it
How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?
It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up
Imma keep balling till I'm dead or in handcuffs

How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season
[?] no paper always [?]

[Verse 2: Kasher Quon]
Why it always be the ones with no emotion always [?]
[?] my name on a bank screen shot, that nigga [?]
[?] saying you feel me, but I don't feel you
[?] but back then, I would've killed nigga
Bitch keep calling, talking 'bout she wanna chill
If she don't wanna fuck, I spark the wood [?]
Tryna rob me and got shot, lil nigga that's a fail
[?] niggas back then with the [?]
I ain't wanna take her to my crib, pulled up to the best [?]
[?] I fuck mo hoes than Hue Hefner [?]
Withdrawn, and tell the teller I need blue hundreds
[?] the same hundred from last year, this a new hundred

[Chorus: TRDee]
You know I'm busting quick, this Glock a verjin
I don't like no broke niggas around, make me nervous
Could've did some fucked up shit, but it wasn't worth it
How I'm standing still, but my chain steady twerking?
It's a Glock party, everybody in here strapped up
Imma keep balling till I'm dead or in handcuffs
How the hell you still not balling? It's your tenth season
[?] no paper always [?]