She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the f*ck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock
I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop?
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap
Yeah
Yeah
It's A.M. on the track bitch
She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the f*ck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock
I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap
On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even f*ck with no snitches
F*ck you mean this ain't my pitch
All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit
They gonna come and try to shoot me up but they don't even play
Come around through my block and all my niggas make you pay
You be shooting on a Saturday then Sunday you just pray
Bitch we'll gun you down, no stupid shit, don't care about what you say
F*ck that bitch then throw her out
Pull the trigger with no doubt
I be f*cking with these stupid hoes, they want me for the clout
Fool around she give me brain
She sucked me off on the plane
Bitch this ain't yo block, don't care about you nigga stay in yo lane
This my block, it ain't yours, here they call me the king
F*ck around with little shorty, she ain't gonna get no ring
VVS on my neck and my ears, my diamonds bling
Pull up, drift in Tokyo, bitch I'm riding in Beijing
On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even f*ck with no snitches
F*ck you mean this ain't my pitch
All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit
Yeah
2019 my year, on my momma
Gang
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She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the f*ck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock
I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop?
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap
Yeah
Yeah
It's A.M. on the track bitch
She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the f*ck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock
I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap
On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even f*ck with no snitches
F*ck you mean this ain't my pitch
All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit
They gonna come and try to shoot me up but they don't even play
Come around through my block and all my niggas make you pay
You be shooting on a Saturday then Sunday you just pray
Bitch we'll gun you down, no stupid shit, don't care about what you say
F*ck that bitch then throw her out
Pull the trigger with no doubt
I be f*cking with these stupid hoes, they want me for the clout
Fool around she give me brain
She sucked me off on the plane
Bitch this ain't yo block, don't care about you nigga stay in yo lane
This my block, it ain't yours, here they call me the king
F*ck around with little shorty, she ain't gonna get no ring
VVS on my neck and my ears, my diamonds bling
Pull up, drift in Tokyo, bitch I'm riding in Beijing
On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even f*ck with no snitches
F*ck you mean this ain't my pitch
All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit
Yeah
2019 my year, on my momma
Gang
I said bitch get the f*ck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock
I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop?
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap
Yeah
Yeah
It's A.M. on the track bitch
She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the f*ck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock
I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap
On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even f*ck with no snitches
F*ck you mean this ain't my pitch
All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit
They gonna come and try to shoot me up but they don't even play
Come around through my block and all my niggas make you pay
You be shooting on a Saturday then Sunday you just pray
Bitch we'll gun you down, no stupid shit, don't care about what you say
F*ck that bitch then throw her out
Pull the trigger with no doubt
I be f*cking with these stupid hoes, they want me for the clout
Fool around she give me brain
She sucked me off on the plane
Bitch this ain't yo block, don't care about you nigga stay in yo lane
This my block, it ain't yours, here they call me the king
F*ck around with little shorty, she ain't gonna get no ring
VVS on my neck and my ears, my diamonds bling
Pull up, drift in Tokyo, bitch I'm riding in Beijing
On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even f*ck with no snitches
F*ck you mean this ain't my pitch
All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit
Yeah
2019 my year, on my momma
Gang
Writer: Manuel Gonzalez Jimenez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid