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block hot - skrilla lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sav k!lled it)
“hey, man, i was going to tell you something before we went up in the house, man.”
“what’s up?”
“oh, n*gga, guess what? word got back about them little marks who jacked your hair up.”
“mhmm?”
“i know where they be kicking it at… down over 187.”
“let’s do this.”

[verse]
serving cutty’s got the block hot
i been trapping out the crib, i’m in this b*tch like pop pop (uncle sam!)
uncle sam, make him try the dog food before i even pay him (no, for real)
got to shoot the glizzy twice before i start to spray him
chip it up, whole bag of potato chips, they got to zip it up
that’s a body bag
i was trapping out my mama crib a whole lot of gas
i started f*cking with that dope, thеn i got the bag (dog food!)
leaky, run in crib scheming
mom and pop know thеy gave birth to a demon s*m*n
now i got the ball
b*tch, i’m going to shoot my shot like i’m steph on adderall
welcome to my hood, b*tch, i be feeling like escobar
all my n*ggas trapping, they be booted off x and bars, can’t forget the wocky
they be living walking dead and they be serving zombies
i’m a zombie too, addicted to them percocets (dog food!)
addicted to that hi*tek i got from smoking check
shut the f*ck up, you ain’t popping sh*t (the f*ck?)
b*tch, you can meet the woo, trying to be a rapper up there with pop and sh*t (pop smoke!)
you ain’t got to act hard, we wasn’t raised the same (no, for real)
have you laid up in the doc’, you can’t even move the same
can’t even eat the same sh*t, sh*tty bag, zipper on your stomach
you ain’t never think you could get tapped, but b*tch, we did it
b*tch, we stepper*steppers, we done caught a lot of them
interception, polamalu, caught a lot of them (let me get that!)
b*tch, i’m rocking diesel cause that’s what i sell (dog food!)
b*tch, i’m popping percies, ugh, got that sh*t for sale (percies!)
b*tch, i’m drinking all my money up
i get sick and i got to go by me another cup (let me get that!)
overdose, mix the percie with the lean, b*tch, that’s a potion (overdose)
need for speed, we’re in the back, you do the most sh*t
you the hot one, neighborhood hot boy but you the top one (i’m the hottest)
top opp, top shooter, top shotta
hanging with some real k!llers, real don dadas (free my doggy dog)

- skrilla lyrics

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