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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Loaded
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dashawn Robertson
Songwriter
Bryson Potts
Songwriter
Tom Brammer
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TOMMY FRANCO
Producer
Kil Lab
Recording Engineer
Emix
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Tommy Franco make it bang, though)
Ay
Ay, ay (Bitch)
Ay, ay, ay
[Verse 2]
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, ay (Glock baby)
[Verse 3]
Bad ass kids, we was racin' with the streetlight (What?)
Brand new 'fit, got a Glock with the G Nikes (Skrrt)
Fresh white tee with a creased pair of Levis
Real ass crip, I'll never ever be slime (Hell nah)
Fake ass bitch, she'll never ever be mine (Never that)
Cut a ho off, we don't love these felines (No cap)
No conversation, he ain't got a stick (What?)
If this get 'scalated, I'ma shoot mine quick (Baow)
Big four-five push through a **** shit (Push it back)
Focused on the money, we ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch (Hell nah, hell nah)
I'm a block baby with a six (What?)
I'm a cheat code, ****, I'm a glitch (No cap)
Throw me in the game and I'm bound to get rich
**** turned ho said, "Why them **** switch?" (Why?)
So many times a **** could've been a lick (No cap)
I'ma wet a **** up, leave his whole body drenched (Yeah)
[Verse 4]
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (Bitch)
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby (Glock baby)
[Verse 5]
Walk in the party, I just bought a stick (What?)
Got a new Glock to go with my new 'fit (New 'fit)
**** keep talking, I'm shooting this shit (Baow, baow)
Fuck a post up, my **** comin' right quick (No cap)
My **** gon' jam, that J special quick (J special)
**** keep talking, we come with them glicks (What?)
Roll, roll, roll, roll down the street (Ooh)
Got me a chop and a .223 (Ooh)
F&N's coming, they blowin' his feet
No, blowin' his head 'cause I'm aimin' for teeth (No cap)
****, what's up? I'm gon aim for the cheeks (Yeah)
Ooh, big smoke, ay
[Verse 6]
Big dawg smoke and I got it in the back
Brother told me go get me a rack (Go get it)
So I went and got a pack and I made it right back
Had to make this shit double 'cause I got it like that, what?
I got the dope in the kitchen (No cap)
My **** just wanna get millions, ay
They see a young **** gon' make it (No cap)
So they feelin' like they can go get it, ay
My brother in the ground, ****, skeleton and bones
And my uncle doing life, he ain't never comin' home (No cap)
This shit really crazy, couldn't feel, I'm gettin' stoned
And these **** don't know 'cause my mind really gone
Written by: Dashawn Robertson, Thomas Peter Brammer