Prod By Bloc-BlocBoy JB

歌手 : BlocBoy JB

专辑 : 歌曲合辑

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:10

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TXT Prod By Bloc-BlocBoy JB 文本歌词

Prod By Bloc - BlocBoy JB

You all need

Hah hah check it word

Hah hah hah yeah yeah yeah check it

Yeah yeah hah hah yeah yeah yeah

Hah Bloc hah whoa hah word

These n***as after me

I got them shooters on balconies

I'm gettin' head from a b***h and she Japanese word

N***as they talkin' I'm loadin' and clappin' these

Loadin' and clappin' these pistols pistols

You are not an automatic hitter a hitter

Really you an automatic misser

F**k it I'ma automatic get you huh

Smack a n***a a*s with the pistol pistol

Pop a n***a a*s like a pimple a pimple

Store-store-store run get the gun store run

Up the Tommy take his funds he gone

Take the hundreds leave the ones

For the strippers n***a for the strippers

I got an SK with a shank

That's the tipper n***a that's the tipper

Beat a n***a sweep a n***a

We don't need them n***as f**k 'em

I don't think you n***as 'bout nothin' word

When I see you in the street huh

You ain't even got a gun

Askin' n***as for money word

N***a you ain't got no funds

You know I do it B-I-G

You can call me Big Pun yeah yeah yeah

But I don't smoke no pom-poms

Run up get done up word

My clip is so heavy

I can't hold my arm up my arm up

Y'all n***as faker than warmups warmups

I got the bread like a farmer

I-I-I-I

Shoot like I'm Mario Chalmers Chalmers

Workin' my wrist f**k my arm up f**k my arm up

I feel like Nash on the Suns

Mario chasin' them coin

You dancin' we pull up with guns

I'm 700 you done Crip Crip

Got my hitters in the front like a radiator

Using big words so you know they annihilate you

I'm in her mouth like Now

Laters b***h I got all flavors

Bring that s**t back no turntable

Multiply that like times tables

We ain't got time for that

If you really want a crease use the iron for that

Now a n***a need a piece of his spinal back

In a line of MAC's

Ke-ke-keep that keep that iron for that

If it's an altercation n***a

We use nines for that

We don't do conversations baby

We don't got time for that

We ain't got time for that

Hey wait

We gon' do the ad-libs

Hey wait

Tay told 'em go'n do the ad-libs

Klay I got your b***h callin' me a bae

And I really don't know what to say

I want her head like some motherf**kin' braids

And you know I'm finna ayy ayy ayy

And I made this beat ayy

Got your b***h and she in the sheets ayy

And we turnt up in the studio

Track nation yeah we live in this f**kin' ho

I got your b***h she tryna book me for a f**kin' show

She gon' make you pay for it and you already know

B***h I'm live

Like Channel Five

I just put 'bout a three five

In a blunt now I'm so f**kin' high

To the sky though

N***a askin' me these questions

I'm like why though

And my n***as got that money

Standing five four

My money standing six four

I'm in a six four with the loads

Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip

Crip Crip Crip Crip

Crip Crip Crip Crip Crip

B**ch