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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
NLE Choppa
Vocals
Atljacob
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Atljacob
Producer
Timon Adams
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Just like a landlord ****, I'll pull up where you're stayin'
Send some shots right through that house
In the same place you layin'
It ain't shit to put a bag up on your head, I'll pay it
You keep on dissin' on my name
But I'ma make that **** say less
We ride four deep, cruisin' in a brand new coupe today
Draco in the back seat
When we see that ****, boost the murder rate
Pussy bitch, I love beef
Put it on my plate and stuff it in my face
[Verse 3]
The blocc is hot, it's on fire
I'm with the shit just like a diaper
I'ma light 'em up just like a lighter
I got a lot of guns, I'm not a fighter
Just like a hunter, keep a rifle
[Verse 4]
I might pull up in your neighborhood
Get to shakin', ain't no hesitation
Off the lean so a **** movin' like I'm in the Matrix
Put a **** in a casket, have him dressin' out in Stacy's
Now he six feet deep, put him on vacation
Bitch, I'm boppin' on the scene with my Glock up on my hip
I saw my opposition lackin', so I dumped the whole clip
Them RIP bullets hit him through his body, they gon rip
My Blood **** screamin' Slatt, but my Hoovers screamin' Crip
[Verse 5]
Yeah, that Blocc real hot (You need to cool down)
Blow my ****, kickin' doors down (Let your rule down)
We got that choppers and the Glocks (We finna shoot now)
And when that **** in the back (He don't make a sound)
[Verse 6]
A savage what they call me, but really, I'm a devil
I pop a Perc and get jiggy, I'm on another level
His bitch diggin' me just like a motherfuckin' shovel
I'm a lion, a tiger, a shooter, and a rebel
**** dissin' on my name, so I'ma put him on the news
5.56 and .223s, and them 7.62s
When that Draco hit a **** it's gon knock him out his shoes
I cropped that **** out the picture, when he got here with this tool
We throwin' signs in the club, ****, what you wanna do?
My **** got the fuckin' Glock, but I got the deuce, deuce
I dare a **** throw a diss, I swear to God we raise the roof
I ain't talkin' 'bout no dice when I say I'm 'bout to shoot
We connected with the Mafia, we cook it like tilapia
I got some trulers in the cut, but I'm bangin' with the Shottas
I'ma kidnap a ****, torture him, and make him holler
Just like a Tic-Tac, when I see him, sear to God that I'ma pop him
[Verse 7]
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
[Verse 8]
The blocc is hot, it's on fire
I'm with the shit just like a diaper
I'ma light 'em up just like a lighter
I got a lot of guns, I'm not a fighter
Just like a hunter, keep a rifle
[Verse 9]
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
The blocc is hot, the blocc is hot
The blocc is hot, it's on fire
Written by: Bryson Potts, CANADY JACOB ATL JACOB