Key Glock - Bless The Booth (Freestyle) lyrics

Ever since a youngin been a bad muthafucker
Now I’m
Out in New York ballin hard at the Wyckoff
Benjamin's
On my plate money hungry whats for supper
Run up
On the Glock poof yeah you know wassup ugh
Big straps on me like I’m G
I Joe I be dripping
Double g’s from my head to my toes, bankroll
On me and you know it can’t fold
All this got damn gold I’m a young
Pharaoh, yeah Glock or Big
Glock or Glizzock yeah, you still get popped
Ugh, same shit ugh, no lame
Shit ugh, lane switch yeah, watch
This ugh, yeah brand new Pattek ugh
I had to have it ugh, and it's splashy ugh
Yeah it's tragic ugh, ballin like
I’m magic ugh, been plenty yeah
Shaq ugh have heart attacks
With these racks damn, dead mans
In my pocket ugh
Ballin is a hobby put my dick
In hoes esophagus, ouh I get
Broccoli, splashing hoes chocolate
Ouh dark chocolate
Jamaican bitch she thick as shit, young
Nigga superstar, ballin real hard
I don’t give a fuck about a
Nigga or a broad ugh, i
Just hustle hard do my job
And play my cards ugh
On some king shit and yous a little bitty boy