no chorus, pt. 6 - blocboy jb lyrics
[intro]
plug just came with the pack so fat that a n-gga might gon’ and hit ’em with the ugh
n-gga diss the block, wait a minute
forty with the lemon, hit your body, make a n-gga do the fool
this kush right here in a minute
og gas, make a n-gga cough off first pull
my clip got a lil too mini
one up in the head, i don’t give a f-ck if the b-tch full
tay keith produced it
not one, not two, not three, not four, not five, six
[verse]
c’mon, i’ma keep goin’ like a run-on
p-ssy -ss n-gga diss the block so he got his -ss run on
now he like hold on
grabbin’ on his eye, reachin’ for someone to hold on
i don’t think he smell me so i shot him in the nose bone
got the b-tch naked so i told her put her clothes on
blocboy south beach, lookin’ like a walkin’ sno-cone
no big tymer but i told her get your roll on (crip)
touch his -ss up like an iphone
fetty wap him, now his eye gon’
head knock him, taste like betty crocker
i’ma give you an f like i’m denzel crocker
i got that word like a f-ckin’ lager
keep that strap and your b-tch right by my boxers
if you ain’t talkin’ money then don’t bother
like shnitzel, all i hear is rada rada
all this money, can’t give a b-tch a penny
i would never change, you can keep them pennies
smack a broke n-gga, what you thought was with them pennies
how many knifes you got? many many many
clip hangin’ out, it’s extended-stended-stended
walk around like a motherf-ckin’ zombie
big -ss motherf-ckin’ chopper on me
posted in the jungle rockin’ down dundee
you can say things got wild quickly
when he came at me talkin’ too foul quickly
i gave him this shot, i ain’t talkin’ whiskey
now he fallin’ on the ground like he was tipsy
hustle hustle hustle, man i feel like nipsey
i’ma pull a drive by on a ten speed
three live, smokin’ three five with your b-tch
and you know she three high, finna get f-cked by three guys
hold on, i ain’t finna stop
ain’t n0body cleanin’ but we comin’ with the mops
treat you like [?], bro we bustin’ at his top (doon-doon-doon)
you can jumped like a motherf-ckin’ hop (doon-doon-doon)
b-tch tried to set me up, got her -ss shot
savin’ these hoes, n-gga you a robocop
police in the store, servin’ in the parking lot
and my gun in your face, would you give me what you got?
pull up on an opp like pow
it’s a man down, somebody done shot up the crowd
n-gga say he smokin’ on loud, but that sh-t mild
i can’t hear the sh-t right now (that’s on my mama)
i got your main boo wasted, my d-ck she can taste it
it’s in the b-tch mouth like some braces (she suck me)
if i spray, my whole crew sprayin’
what is you sayin’? have you flyin’ with the birds, toucan
beam me like i had a laser (laser)
rarely eat, just had the blazers (i’m fresh as a motherf-cker)
put a hole in you, no bagel
b-tch i been ballin’ on ’em like the pacers (swish)
my chain and my ear they is glistening (word)
like d-mn, look at my wrist again (d-mn)
my chain need a pamper, it’s p-ssin’ (woo)
i cannot go like this
i will not show my glizzy, i take it on the road every city (word)
i just threw fifty bows to the city
and called up lil mishio to come get it (that is my n-gga)
no okc but i’m posted with thunder
pay, feezy, and doolie, my young f-ckin’ gunners
they shot a n-gga through a goal like a punter
i f-ck her and don’t let her smoke on my ganja (can’t hit this blunt)
plug just came with the pack so fat that a n-gga might gon’ and hit ’em with the ugh
n-gga diss the block, wait a minute
forty with the lemon, hit your body, make a n-gga do the fool
this kush right here in a minute
og gas, make a n-gga cough off first pull
my clip got a lil too mini
one up in the head, i don’t give a f-ck if the b-tch full
n-ggas think they k!ller, is it ’cause the weed and liquor? (i think so)
f-ck your b-tch and squeeze her nipples (bankroll)
she suck my d-ck until it tickles (word)
gas blunt, i’m facin’ it (gas, gas)
never put my face in it (never)
your main b-tch is takin’ d-ck (woo)
i told her put her waist in it
high as a motherf-ckin’ fool (fool)
slice your -ss up like a pool (word)
i could’ve bought five pair of robins but really said f-ck this sh-t, copped me some trues (trues)
jordan logo on my shoes (j’ed up)
all my dogs scooby doo (dogs)
no u-haul, we on the moon
my n-gga lil jayden and rico came through (what it do young n-gga?)
feelin’ like i’m bulletproof
got n-ggas that’ll snuff your -ss off of the roof
i talked her and left her, you wife her, good medic
i told her to dunk ’em like an alley-oop
justin, aston, cj, n-gga that’s my crew
can’t forget about pierre and nunu
these n-ggas they fake like a motherf-ckin’ screw
make they -ss disappear like poof
[outro]
where they at though? where they at though?
where they at, where they at, where they at though?
where they at though? where they at though?
where they at, where they at, where they at though?
i’ma smoke a n-gga’s -ss like crack smoke
i don’t even gotta smoke crack though
i don’t even do none of that sh-t
smokin’ on that gas, make a n-gga do a backflip
ooh, i’m too high
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