Lyrics

Ni**as mad they don’t like the way the block boom
Need a band, fuck around, drop a hot two
Basic bi*ches tell yo biness she gon’ pop who chasing ni**as out the, I am not you
Cousin coulda had a buckle he ain’t do it right
Kater poppin every bubble if you shoot it right
Come up out here tryna tussle, watch him lose a nine
Fold a ni**a like a ruffle bet I chew him like…
He a dead man
Bullets flying down the block to your headband
Hear him talking non stop I ain’t never playin
How you thuggin on the block but you ain’t neva flamin’
Made the play from downtown I be going deep
Lame for the countdown I ain’t showin’ feet
Bet another man down been a cold week
Cold heart cold body and some cold feet
Throw salt and catch pepper he is not a stepper
Oh you got your little piles I be totin’ sevens
Play it like a chess game it is not checkers
B**ch is fucking with the opps I have a knock checker…
Ni**as think I’m down bad but I’m loadin’ up
Had to throw him up the spam cuz he old enough
I got the drop and now I’m creepin’ down your block with it
Let a ni**a hit the stop and drop a hot fifty
I like canaries not the bird but the rock pissy
Tyler Perry I’m absurd with the block bend it
Don’t be asking ‘bout no funk if you not in it
Go grab the choppas out the trunk cuz I’m rockin’ it
Real talk you ni**as know I’m the truth tho
Tryna sip it out the brick I pour him two fours
Choppas hanging out the window but I’m too cold
They will never know I hit him off the hoop though…
Written by: Alexander Murphy
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