YTB - Cartel Talk lyrics

Wock, ok, huh, ok huh, ok huh, ok huh
Bitch, I think I love the wock,  ok,  ok huh
Bitch, I finger fucked 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, bitch, 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, shit 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, fuck 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, nigga, don't knock
LIke a kid, play with rock
Get you shot, rob the spot, feel like Bishop
Feel like Pac niggas 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 niggas locked eating
Out the hot pot
And I just scraped some bands, nigga
Out the hot pot fuck 12
Niggas still trapping in 'em hot spots
Fuck probation
Niggas 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 cock 191
That the the block
Hunnid guns, mostly Glocks, hunnid dots
Duck the shot
Free the block, shit don't stop, bitch
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)

Yeah, go 'head nigga
Man, yall niggas already know what it is
It's the mothafucking yellows man