Bloxk Party (feat. Drego)

Man

My dog just caught the bag

I ain't running from the grams

You got that internet beef

You run straight to the 'Gram

Pussy **** got shot and he ran to the Gram

If I get shot I'ma shoot till it jam in my hand

You in your phone all day

Ain't makin' no bands

I told my lil' dog count it as fast as he can

Soon as he run, it's off with his head

I need that bag, end your life like

Fuck is you sayin'?

Like I'm that one ****

Fuck the other side

Percocet and new Patek made me come alive

Like how you bummin' Game?

I got the chop on me

Ooh, I got the drop on him

JJ up the Glock on him

Man, I got to sneak it in the party

Pocket rock on me

My baby meet you on the side

Chris Rock for you

I can see the whole field right of Bell Isle

I know he tried to slide 'cause his car loud

Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar

Got testers, slidin' everywhere

Because I'm off tether

I might fuck a Cardi B, Ruccis offsettin'

Diamonds wet, look like pee

Skuba R. Kelly

Man, I might sing for the pussy

Just like R. Kelly

I told her pull up to Club Icky

I'ma change the weather

I got her out of Vicky's

She won't let me let up

We been in and out them wars

I swear we need some medals

I ain't never had no time for no arguments

Big ass shotgun look like Lauri Markkanen

Tooda got the ten

AR with the cartriges

Moncler, Rollie armwear

That's my starter kit

Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta, bitch?

Don't let him come in that door, dawg, we measuring

This lil' bitch like Keisha Cole, dawg, she heaven sent

Drego lay low and get them extras then

Get to preachin' to you **** like I'm Malcolm X

And we got powder everywhere, just took it out the press

She hit the road with my load, took it out her dress

She turn me on, now I wanna do it

I'm lit in a foreign whip

Auntie got a script

I'ma flip the bitch

Sweet chin music

Watch me kick the shit

Yes I can move it

I be whippin' it

I will pull my gun and get ignorant

I will fuck the party up with my dance moves

I want to take me a trip out to Cancun

But I gotta sit still till this bag move

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto

If he know like I know

My ****, we got those

Drums with the hollows

Drugs in my poncho

I been wantin' big bands since a snot nose, huh

The bag is so feminine

My MT hitters, they some gremlins

The narcs hit the block

Still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands

The smoke on the floor, alright inhale it, then

The way you talk, you need a show, David Letterman

You ballerina all on it, it's not sellin', damn

I called my baby, whip it quickly

Ain't gotta touch my hands

I know some young **** really eatin' in the ten

All this blood from the streets, I need to wash my hands

You never know who out to get you, better watch your mans

Before you get to blowing cheese, better make a plan

First night again, it wasn't in her plans

Boogie told me, "Fuck the city, bro, we want the rest"

Who gon' be there in the end? All this shit a test

All my old hoes say I still hit it the best

Get your mans, dawg, I heard his watch, it tick tick