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woo lotti - blockwork lyrics

(glah)
(d*mn)
(like what)
(like d*mn)
(like d*mn)
(like d*mn)

[verse 1: blockwork]
why these broke n*ggas talking on bro?
take a trip i’ma post in they store
lotti got stabbed he was yellin out no
f*ck that, he gotta go
j.o got shot can’t pick up the phone
you ain’t see me you ain’t let that sh*t go
sha gz you ran on woo
you was running n duckin like
(lotti)
what did you do

[hook: blockwork]
shoutout ray he go kuu with da deuce
if it’s up i ain’t makin no truce
extendo, let that sh*t loose
ayo boy where the f*ck is ya tool?

like why would you get in the booth?
no lies, b*tch i’m the truth
like o to the y what i jack
no rat, that sh*t cap
bend through the field i might leave through the back
you my brother like cody n zack
clip, turn that boy right to a pack
d&d (???) on a track
[verse 2: blockwork]
rah got shot in a cab
and let’s talk about b’s i’m movin out back
(like) every shot that you threw you missed
word to bro you ain’t never spinned back
new opp, add em to the list
twin chops, i could never lack
if you talkin on dotty you done
f*ck it, up it we turn em to runtz
send a shot make that lil n*gga jump
she a thottie she just wanna rump
(like) on my lap ain’t no chop in the trunk
presidential im feelin like trump
ain’t no (???) i’m a g
that’s a opp i’ma throw on my ski
on my bully no playin wimme
he said he gon slide i been waiting to see
i’m a demon i shoot till he bleed

[verse 3: blockwork]
walk down gang ima hop out the v
in a foreign, tank go e
i get money she bank on me
throw up a g and i’m adding a k
die gz and i’m smokin on lay
ok, you wanna play?
quit talkin put the beam on his face
40 gang ima catch me a case
big 40 sh*t fit on my waist
f*ck the cops ima go wit a jace
you not my sign, get out my face
i be sippin im pourin on drank
you a bum you can’t go to the bay
she a baddie she makin it shake
and she holdin my glock while
i spin through the 8
n*ggas dirty they cannot compete
go get some money and get out of the streets
(???)
like you tryna die in the streets
he got shot in head, sheesh
hit the stu ima walk on the beat
filck on the opps and get low from the d’s
like glah, like glah
[hook: blockwork]
shoutout ray he go kuu with da deuce
if it’s up i ain’t makin no truce
extendo, let that sh*t loose
ayo boy where the f*ck is ya tool?
(glah)
(glah)
(glah)
(glah)
(ahhh)

- blockwork lyrics

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