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hit that block - t.y. lyrics

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[chorus: t.y.](x8)
if i hit that block i’m gon’ bleed that sh-t

[verse 1: t.y.]
if i start the trap and just hit that block
i would bleed that sh-t n-gga non stop
i need them blue hundreds to come back to back
you could lie bout this, you could stunt bout that
ain’t no dodging them thangs when it rat-tat-tat-tat
if it was meant for you then you sure gon’ get whacked
my mind out of this world got my pockets so fat
i got aim with this thing you wouldn’t wanna see that
break a b-tch down, just like my trees
i’m everything she want, i’m everything she need
she put it in rotation, just how i do with that weed
i’m getting to that money and that money getting to me
sh-t here you can’t knock, like a p-ssy get popped
got diamonds in my rings got diamonds on my watch
i be hitting the block just to show off my drop
and i’m bout to give it to ’em if they ready or not

[chorus: t.y.](x8)
if i hit that block i’m gon’ bleed that sh-t

[verse 2: young juve]
don’t hit my line if we beefing
don’t fall in love if i f-ck you
this 40 cal be my muscle
keep throwing shade imma touch you
i act this way cause i don’t give a f-ck
she top me off cause i’m a g no i don’t give her nothing
end of discussion
in the city mobbin got a whole car full of work
brown skin dime with a nine in her purse
i sell that hoe don’t do the fronts
got bad nerves can’t roll a blunt
been in the system still got a gun
bout to cop another don’t f-ck around with these undercovers
we ain’t blood we ain’t brothers, no conversation
i-10 me and t.y. speed racing
getting show money you broke funny
drew brees on me don’t make me throw it
no interception he straight fold
got molly mary and weed
got anything that you need
got clientele them fiends
i’m going hard for this green, look
tell that n-gga keep his sh-t straight
‘fore i run down with that a
and i hit him six times in the face
real n-gga i don’t never play
i’m dumping on these n-ggas
i’m running through the city
i’m f-cking all these b-tches
thot n-gga i’m touching on her t-tties

[chorus: t.y.](x8)
if i hit that block i’m gon’ bleed that sh-t

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