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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fletchy
Performer
From The Block
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fletchy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Knox Ketchum
Engineer
Slizzy Beatz
Producer
Lyrics
I spin the block till I'm nauseous
Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick
I spin the block till I'm nauseous
Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick
(Slizzy going crazy)
I spin the block 'til I'm nauseous
Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick (Skrt, skrt skrt)
Pussy you better be cautious
I run the city, some boss shit (Boss)
I got some shooters like OpTic
Moving that weight this ain't cross fit (Bah, bah, bah)
You cannot fuck with the goddess
This pussy boy must be agnostic (Atheist)
I turn this bitch to a moshpit
Speak on my name and we pop shit (Pop, pop, pop)
Whipping that wet like hibachi
Brodie gon' slide with a chopstick (Grrraaahhh)
Pop me a Perky, a Roxy
Rocking all black like I'm gothic (Gothic)
Look at the way that I'm flossing
Fletchy ain't taking no losses (Woo)
Swerving all over the freeway
Only way I know the G way
Toting that heat like I'm D Wade (Yeah)
I turn this bitch into D Day, aye
Bitch you ain't getting no leeway (Bah, bah)
Ball on these bitches like EA
Might catch a body I'm DK (The killer)
Aye, scooping your bitch up
She suck the clique up, now she got hiccups (Hiccups)
Aye, flooding my wrist up
I got my drip up, bet I won't slip up (Bet I won't slip)
Aye, ballin' like NBA
You hoes at the park playing pick up (Swish)
At the club taking shot, after shot, after shot
You touch me I'm picking that blick up (Bow)
Eenie, miney, mo bitches
Can't decide, it's no picking (Woah)
With the pirates, more chicken
This is not a rotisserie (Yeah)
Touch the squad and go missing (Bah, bah)
See the watch it's no Nixon
Watergate on this Richard (Water)
Millie Bobby Brown sniffing
White bitch, nose dripping
Here's another flow switch
And it go like
Simply put, I'm the greatest to do this shit
Me versus whoever man
I don't care who it is (Nah)
Gnaw on the mic, act a fool like I'm Ludacris
I meditate when I smoke with my Buddhist bitch
Rolls or the Urus, (yeesh) depend on what mood I'm in
Y'all looking back
Talking 'bout what you could've been (Oh yeah)
Putting in work, in the stu'
Where you should've been
'Stead you was Googling (?) (Pulling in)
Aye, getting them racks
Chasing them plaques
Smoking that thrax
Back of the 'llac
Tryna relax, just check out my stats (Just check out my stats)
I don't trust (?)
My city so fast it was dead
Now I got that bitch jumping like jack (Jack)
Fletchy so dope, when he drop
Everybody get hooked
Like he lyrically cooking off crack (Crack)
Aye
I spin the block 'til I'm nauseous
Speed in that Wraith 'til I'm car sick (Skrt, skrt skrt)
Pussy you better be cautious
I run the city, some boss shit (Boss)
I got some shooters like OpTic
Moving that weight this ain't cross fit (Bah, bah, bah)
You cannot fuck with the god
This pussy boy must be agnostic (Atheist)
I turn this bitch to a moshpit
Speak on my name and we pop shit (Pop, pop, pop)
Whipping that wet like hibachi
Brodie gon' slide with a chopstick (Grrraaahhh)
Pop me a Perky, a Roxy
Rocking all black like I'm gothic (Gothic)
Look at the way that I'm flossing
Fletchy ain't taking no losses (Woo)
Swerving all over the freeway
Only way I know the G way
Toting that heat like I'm D Wade (Yeah)
I turn this bitch into D Day, aye
Bitch you ain't getting no leeway (Bah, bah)
Ball on these bitches like EA
Might catch a body I'm DK
(The Killer)
(The Killer)
(The Killer)
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah, Aye
Bitch I'm the killer
Written by: Andrew Fletcher