Protocol ft. Yungices Lyrics

I'm stylin In new apparel

I got em so appalled

Death b4 dishonor

Yeah that's the protocol

My yungin strikin shit

Jus like a bowlin ball

I'm grindin my ass off today

Jus like it's no tomorrow

Aye 2 twin glocks they

Fraternal

Aye this off this dome

Ain't no journal

Ices my brother 4L

that's eternal

My nigga whip chickens

Like da kernel

Glock 21 dats gonna burn u

You ain't boss

This don't concern u

I was broke and had no one

Turn to

So I don't give a fuck

About you ,you or you

Yea dats the protocol

Yea I Shuffle the cards

Yea I'm Up in the stars

ImUp in ya broad

U want to play wit the gang

Ok we Uppin the rod

I grab the drac

And shoot

hold dat bitch by the muzzle

They tryna figure me out

Like a puzzle

I'm in love with

the guap I wanna cuddle

Im Smoking top shelf

All on the reg

U niggas smokin on regg (Reggie)

U cannot ride wit

Someone throw him off The Edge

I told her Open her legs

Knock on the door

I Hope it ain't feds

45 it stay wit me

Feel like hammer

Feel like a sledge

I'm stylin In new apparel

I got em so appalled

Death b4 dishonor

Yeah that's the protocol

My yungin strikin shit

Jus like a bowlin ball

I'm grindin my ass off today

Jus like it's no tomorrow

Bitch I done ran up a check

Can't trust these niggas

They might turn they back on

They set

Remember them hoes used to flex

Ima keep grinding, can't get no sleep

Fuck all the rest

Me and yung kill we up next

They see us taking off like we just

Hopped off a jet

All these racks they upset

Try and take sum

And I'm puttin 5 shots thru his flesh

We got this shit off the ground

Make one wrong move

You kno that we huntin em down

I'm having pull outta town

Me & my twin came jus to shut

Some shit down

All them hunnids make em frown

But we ain't trippin

Cuz we stay wit a lot of rounds

These niggas really some clowns

They tryna kick it but hell no

They can't come around

Never switch up on the gang

We got a hunnid shots but we

Not up in the range

These niggas chasin the fame

I ran them racks up kno that

I still been the same

Spent 4 thousand on my chains

Reach for my neck and u gettin

Smoked up ain't no starin

We got them choppas on choppas

We lettin em flame

I'm stylin In new apparel

I got em so appalled

Death b4 dishonor

Yea that's the protocol

My yungin strikin shit

Jus like a bowlin ball

I'm grindin my ass off today

Jus like it's no tomorrow