yo its Young Glock let me tell ya but that trap talk nigga. yeah i be flipping shit like jack frost 56 a gram we cap off rollin with them hitters mask off poppen shit we take off fuck the opps we smoke them pigs leave them dead call that pork chop. I've done cot my first body put that on my maw really bout da life back off it be raining hollow tips nigga we not soft gang gang blood thats murder talk. free my nigga jp miss my nigga on thay block four keylows in the back. we not bout that Internet beef. you dont wanna fuck with me come up missing. test me you have woken up the deman. I told you pussy your ass n***** gang gang we got them demons we some killers on the block theyes hoes be a feenin. got a bad b**** in my bed yeah and she's screaming she call me young glock she ride my dick with my chains on you im not 2 Chainz but this n***** singing along and balling on that courtyard day and night I'm gone young glock spitting fire you know I'll be getting higher sipping on that lean backswervin got me codeine dripping m*********** get the leaning. plug talk you catching n**** lacking shooting up dirty squirt up in a hurry take another bad girl watch me ball Stephen Curry shooting three out da park hidden s*** so hard call me babe Ruth hit it ou the park left that b**** wet like a water park