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blockwork - retch lyrics

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[production by crank]

[intro]
like… like
hmm

[verse 1: retch]
free the biggavel, i’ll forever bring the wave (wave, wave)
going hard in my j’s
looping these b-tches then f-ck out they brains
gold wearing b-tches getting f-cked in their things
gold -ss watch with the gold -ss ring
looking like i just got hit with a check
nah mother f-cker i just left the connect
copped in the morning, bagged it up ’til the evening
2000 pills, they was gone in a weekend
young ‘lo god, i be polo to my p-n-s
fogo de chão, penne with -ssorted cheeses
jesus, we just hopped up on the scene and
like we was some new drugs, got these n-ggas fiending
police scheming, got me at the precinct
now i’m in the county jail chilling, watching tv
laughing with the homies, on the court balling
see you when i see you, i be out in the morning
called up my favorite b-tch, feeling kinda h-rny
left her in her sleep, made her wake up feeling lonely
back chasing this money
touch mine, that’s gunplay
no mmg, but this smg will rip through your fiend
now that’s r.i.p, like

[hook]
pour the liquor he dead n-gga
replays in my head, n-gga
hit the church and go confess my sins
lord forgive me, i’ll never do it again
left the cathedral, lit the refer
seen a bum, so i bought him pizza
told me, “thank you” said, “it’s nothing”
that last l!ck got you n-ggas stunting
so i’m breaking bread with my black folk
cause the homie told me i’m the last hope
he said, “yo, forreal, just get us out the hood”
so that’s what i’ma do because i told him i would
cause i’m a man of my word, that’s all that i got
peace to my grandpa and peace to my pops
peace to my b-tches and peace to my gwap
peace to my mother and peace to my block

[interlude]
h-llo?
(yo)
yo, what’s good, n-gga?
(what’s good man, what’s up man, got that blockwork?)
man you know we stay with that blockwork my n-gga what you mean bruh?
(nahmean, like, i came short, i got five hundred)
everything or nothing, b, uou, n-gga, you still owe from the last time too and i ain’t even text you on that, matter fact, you said you got five hundred n-gga, come through and bring that sh-t over here right now man
(n-gga i’m saying, like, why you calling that sh-t, man?)

[verse 2: a.i.]
b-tch you know i’m ‘bout that dough
i’m smoking potent
got that backwoods forward motion
you can make it rain i told them b-tches chill cause ima make it snow
i’m ‘bout my chicken b-tch, i’m talking ‘bout that fettuccine
and when you see me leaning b-tch
just know that i be on road for the cash
i checks n-ggas, ex-pac sh-t
put a x on ‘em
my yellow tape, i smoke good
then let that sh-t ventilate
my d-ck on your dinner plate
these f-ck n-ggas they gonna hate
ain’t sh-t funny when you need dough
you better hustle n-gga, you need o’s
shout out to all of the b-tches i s-x
bx to jersey
a.i. and young retch
money is money i get to the money
you saving it n-gga
i’m blowing them checks
all black cause i’m k!lling sh-t
slow mo cause i’m sippin’
i’m tatted up, got them ray-bans, all them all black religions
i talk sl!ck like a can of grease
no [?] but i’m pimping
i need two blunts and one double cup and a bad b-tch
that’s simple
you pulling up in them bentley’s
and we all know that’s a rental
don’t trick n-gga, you b-tch n-gga, just act sentimental

[hook]

[outro]
cause i’m a man of my word
that’s all that i got
peace to my mother and peace to my block

(oh my god, you are doing the most, i’m about to hit an old lady in the street and sh-t. alright, ready?)
yeah
(blackout boys, the mafia, b-tch)

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