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can't wait - blockwork lyrics

[intro]
it’s blockwork, b*tch, like
grrah, grrah, grrah, rrah
like, grrah
like, like, like, it’s blockwork

[verse]
i’m the shooter, somebody drive
citizen app, i think somebody died
b*tch, i can’t wait ’til i run into 5ive
n*gga don’t got no [?], they be stayin’ inside
like, got my g and i’m bendin’ on live
matt, i heard he got shot in his eye
tryna bend through my block, crickets ready to get shot
tryna smoke jiggy pops, like
and his b*tch gon’ get beat with the knocks, like, grrah
n*ggas find me, i’m shootin’ around
i call my k!llers, i don’t gotta step
call me harden, i shoot with my left
nazzy, they was pumpin’ his chest, like
lately, it’s been f*ck everybody
throw a shot if he talkin’ on ‘dotty
rat, what? they all know my body
came through the chopper, he ain’t tell n0body
like, that sh*t f*cked up
every day, gotta walk with my gun tucked
if you run up, then you done up
f*ck the ‘bridge, i be smokin’ on b*tta
like, you know i be smokin’ your mother
kyle, you know i be smokin’ your brother
2wook, b*tch, i’m smokin’ on gutta
like, like, grrah, grrah
we smokin’ lotti, that sh*t pain
head shot gang if he smokin’ on caine
and i don’t need a beam ’cause i really got aim, like
she a thot tryna f*ck on my name
and i don’t give a f*ck what they say
just know if you pray, you gon’ lay
i got your addy, might come where you stay
this .40 a freak, i put it on his face
he tried to reach for his gun, it’s too late
she tryna line me, i think shorty laced
i can’t beat up the box, i’ma wait
chopper hard, i feel like bmf
get to whippin’, just watch how i stretch
junkies, they say my sh*t be the best
i’m the shooter, somebody drive
citizen app, i think somebody died (lil’ n*gga)
b*tch, i can’t wait ’til i run into 5ive
n*gga don’t got no [?], they be stayin’ inside
like, got my g and i’m bendin’ on live
matt, i heard he got shot in his eye
tryna bend through my block (i heard), crickets ready to get shot (what?)
tryna smoke jiggy pops, like
and his b*tch gon’ get beat with the knocks, like, grrah
n*ggas find me, i’m shootin’ around
i call my k!llers, i don’t gotta step
call me harden, i shoot with my left
nazzy, they was pumpin’ his chest, like
lately, it’s been f*ck everybody
throw a shot if he talkin’ on ‘dotty
rat, what? they all know my body
came through the chopper, he ain’t tell n0body
like, that sh*t f*cked up
every day, gotta walk with my gun tucked
if you run up, then you done up
f*ck the ‘bridge, i be smokin’ on b*tta
like, you know i be smokin’ your mother
kal, you know i be smokin’ your brother
2wook, b*tch, i’m smokin’ on gutta
like, like, grrah, grrah
we smokin’ lotti, that sh*t pain
head shot gang if he smokin’ on caine
and i don’t need a beam ’cause i really got aim, like
she a thot tryna f*ck on my name
and i don’t give a f*ck what they say
just know if you pray, you gon’ lay
i got your addy, might come where you stay
this .40 a freak, i put it on his face
he tried to reach for his gun, it’s too late
she tryna line me, i think shorty laced
i can’t beat up the box, i’ma wait
chopper hard, i feel like bmf
get to whippin’, just watch how i stretch
junkies, they say my sh*t be the best
[outro]
they say my sh*t be the best

- blockwork lyrics

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