Paper Route Empire - Broccoli & Cheese lyrics

[Intro] (Buddah blessed this beat) Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah, ayy (Yeah) [Chorus] We outside, smokin' indo (Yeah) Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah) Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' sh*t like B-roll (Yeah) I come from a city, we don't trick, ni**a, we pimp hoes (Yeah) Six figures in my earlobes (Yeah) And thirty in my Glock (Yeah) I told the b*tch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop I fеll in love with codeine, sh*t, I might invеst in Wock' Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' b*tch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah) I be flexin' hard, b*tch, I do this sh*t with ease (Yeah) You's a peon, ni**a, yeah, I'm a P (Yeah) You's a peon, ni**a, I'm a P (Ayy), don't get put on a tee [Verse] I'm pourin' drop inside my drop, higher than an astronaut In my own world like Travis Scott They like, "Glock, you dope as fu*k," might catch me jumpin' out the pot Oops, I mean jumpin' out the drop Yeah, iced out Rollie 41, least the size a hockey puck "Why the fu*k they call you Glock and you keep an FN with you?" b*tch, I'm cutthroat to the bone, yeah, b*tch, I'm cutthroat to the gristle It's the middle of the summer, hold my wrist up, now it's winter It's the middle of the summer, I walk in the building, make it blizzard (Woo) These ni**as monkey in the middle, I'm pourin' up a cup of fizzle Rollin' up a blunt of Skittles, me, Bart and a couple b*tches Eighteen, locked down in the system, now I'm one rich-ass lil' ni**a ni**as dissin', got me tickled, boy, you in the house [Chorus] We outside, smokin' indo (Yeah) Yeah, pockets full of C-notes, all the nines came with extendos (Yeah) Chopper on the backseat, gang'nem shootin' sh*t like B-roll (Yeah) I come from a city, we don't trick, ni**a, we pimp hoes (Yeah) Six figures in my earlobes (Ooh) And thirty in my Glock I told the b*tch I'm single, but be sleepin' with my chop I fell in love with codeine, sh*t, I might invest in Wock' Yeah, I fell in love with hustlin' and I don't plan on stoppin' (Uh-uh) b*tch, I'm gettin' that broccoli (Yeah), and cheese (Yeah) [Outro] Yeah, yeah And cheese, yeah, yeah, yeah And cheese G-Lock