ogek - blockwork lyrics
[intro]
bout to geek on this sh*t like word to my dead like, face of harlem like
i know i be saying the face, people be calling me the king, don sh*t
like grahh, hold on
like what? grahh grahh boom
[verse 1]
thots call let’s go on a chase
b*tch i’m a demon i shoot through them gates
no time, you gotta wait. i keep a stick when i walk out the bank
who you? get out my face. you not my brother i know you a snake
my hand you cannot shake. she a thot i ain’t doing no dates
like, what you did for your block? you a b*tch (what?)
gun got kick i’ma shoot from my waist (like, d*mn)
next n*gga to say that i snitched
i’ma [?] beat on his face
yo dre, which way? i don’t need an addy i know where he lay (like)
oh sh*t, i’m lacеd. that n*gga died from a kick to the face. (no*)
[hook]
i’ma up it an cl!ck til it’s еmpty
who did what? n*ggas never did sh*t (grahh)
they in love? he can die with his b*tch
up first shoot, he could die with his grip
i’m outside, packing a tool
sit in the benz, but i ain’t go to school (lil n*gga)
street sh*t really not cool
i keep a knocka so don’t be a fool
hop out them n*ggas gon’ dip. i’m on my block where this sh*t can get lit
like, ek we know you a b*tch. tell sha, “suck my d*ck.”
slide through turn him to a spliff (like, grahh)
and your bm she be doing d*ck
like, oh sh*t he got a kid?
we gon’ f*ck around beat on that b*tch
[verse 2]
and ya’ll better not lack by the school
mess with my brother now i gotta shoot
got a .40 not a duece, how am i a rat you ain’t got no proof
he got shot in his head i can’t lose
that n*gga got lined by a smooch. (smoochie)
yo bri your p*ssy was loose. she a thot pass her to crew
knock too big can’t fit in the shoe
gotta eat can’t play with my food
[?] dump out the coup. prey on me now you drinking a soup
i control it, no group. sh*t in my pants go grahh grahh boom
you a b*tch, what did you do? (what the f*ck?)
throw five, you throw two
if the clip jam up he get beat with the tool
[hook]
who did what? n*ggas never did sh*t
they in love? he can die with his b*tch
up first shoot, he could die with his grip
i’m outside, packing a tool
hop out them n*ggas gon’ dip. i’m on my block where this sh*t can get lit
like, ek we know you a b*tch. tell sha, “suck my d*ck.”
slide through turn him to a spliff
and your bm she be doing d*ck (mad d*ck n*gga)
[outro]
and he shot by a dyk*, like d*mn suck my d*ck
n*ggas be p*ssy and never on sh*t
like, d*mn suck my d*ck n*gga
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