Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
Skrillex
Skrillex
Programming
Crystal Caines
Crystal Caines
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Crystal Caines
Crystal Caines
Songwriter
Darold Brown
Darold Brown
Songwriter
Sonny Moore
Sonny Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Skrillex
Skrillex
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Kez Khou
Kez Khou
Assistant Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
See, this is Harlem
These our streets
Hungry Ham, that's all
We them **** out here shining
**** dying, hating, 'cause we never got along
We all go getters
We go get it
Some gon' fake it
Half won't make it
Get a chance to make it out
We taking it
[Verse 2]
Block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
****, what's your block? (Hungry Ham)
[Verse 3]
Grandma used to call me Mickey Mouse
But I'm no rat
On the block, they threw a couple bullets
Warren Sapp
Seen my ****'s family members buggin' off the crack
Your uncle smell like shit
Like he got garbage in his ass
I'm from 143rd, I come from Hungry Ham
Ya heard?
Where the pigs'll lay you down
And make a **** bite the curb
Them kids is poppin' Percs
Because they claim it cool they nerves
My crazy ass neighbors sprinkle hoo hoo hoo ay
[Verse 4]
Street name was Sterling
Smell like shit, vomit, urine
When my bitches come over
They have the look of concerning
Like, why he stand in the hallway
With a milk carton and be lurking?
Why's he jumping for joy
When the whole building was just burning?
What about that ****'s sash?
Wore the socks on his hands
Purple coats in the summer
With the glock in his pants
And he stabbed his own mama
How you do that to your fam?
'Cause my block full of lunatics
Call my shit Hungry Ham, damn
[Verse 5]
Block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
****, what's your block? (Hungry Ham)
[Verse 6]
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
Better wear your glock (Hungry Ham)
Better wear your glock
I'll be back, ****
[Verse 7]
My auntie asked my mama, "Did Darold quit his job?"
"I seen him three days straight sitting on a car"
My mama screaming, "Darold, c'mon, you ain't quit yo job"
Mama, yes I did
My mama barking like doggies in front of my aunt and my shawty
I tell her, "I am a rapper"
She suck her teeth and ignore me
All she see is my gold teeth
With a white bitch and some 40s
I'm getting fame on computers
She don't think this shit is for me
I used to pray for more women
Now, I get dozens of oldies
When I be hittin' it doggie
She bark like
Oh my, I'm horny
Only when you want sex, you calling me
Telling me how much want me
But I think you're full of baloney
I ain't stressin' you, shawty
My shawty be stressin' me, shawty
Claiming I'm messin' with shawties
And be undressin' them shawties
I ain't get no head from them shawties
Ain't be in bed with them shawties
Now, what these condoms for?
And please don't say these Magnums is for me
[Verse 8]
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm from Hungry Ham
Y'all oughta know
Better get your ass another plan
If you wanna blow
Can't play this corner for no more summers
If you get my flow
We catching meat, but y'all **** is buns
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ayy
[Verse 9]
Block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
'Cause that's my block (Hungry Ham)
****, what's your block? (Hungry Ham)
[Verse 10]
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
****, fuck your block (Hungry Ham)
Better wear your glock (Hungry Ham)
Better wear your glock (Hungry Ham)
Better wear your glock (Hungry Ham)
Papi, why you throwin' things? (Hungry Ham)
I'll be back!
Written by: Crystal Caines, Darold Brown, Sonny Moore
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