Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Weed coffee' and a addy
Full court press in the hood, we been trappin'
Daddy taught me savagery, cause these niggas, they be crabbing'
A Durr, tryna sell on the block, you a battery
And all that ra-ra gangsta talk, you need to hush, my boy
No pitty-pat around this bitch, you can't get touch, my boy
Blue hollow tips and they gold, don't get dust, my boy
Blue hollow tips and they gold, don't get dust, my boy
On my momma in my hood, I'm a heavyweight
Always spoke my mind, I told them, street nigga, graduate
Some of them ain't mean me no good, I had to separate
Whatever shot you take in the world, better not hesitate
Big cake, punch the block and the clock
On God, ain't no comin' around this bitch if you don't shop
From where if a pussy snook somethin', check his sock
Oh he think he bully, took somethin', test the Glock
Bag this, wrap that like a damn rope
Gettem in, push em out, we can sale a hope
Who said gunyun over monyun, damn joke
New fire stick, but his partner still in jail, broke
Going strong in the field, pray for safety
Twenty quick flips on purp, Ed Reed
Never let the money bench or replace me
A thousand 250 of the quarters, I'm a straight G
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
I got the block hot
Four hundred degrees
I keep this shit up on my lap, it ain't under the seat
Get on that liq, get like Montana
Who want it with me
You niggas dreaming bout a Rollie, I want a Felice
I got the block hot
Like Dwayne Carter
Man I been soning niggas, got the same father
I'm in the field, you off the bench
I'm the main starter
Put it up for stormy days when it rain harder
Bag it up, tie it up like a damn rope
We got beams, we got sticks with the damn scope
These niggas talking like they Goats
You a lamb, hoe
Talking like they thuggin', they wasn't with me in the sand, though
Done tried to put on every nigga from the sandbox
Go and ask them niggas in East Prichard if I ran out, nah
Niggas truth up in these bars, we can teach you a lesson
You know I'm f*cking with big cake like a wedding reception
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Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Weed coffee' and a addy
Full court press in the hood, we been trappin'
Daddy taught me savagery, cause these niggas, they be crabbing'
A Durr, tryna sell on the block, you a battery
And all that ra-ra gangsta talk, you need to hush, my boy
No pitty-pat around this bitch, you can't get touch, my boy
Blue hollow tips and they gold, don't get dust, my boy
Blue hollow tips and they gold, don't get dust, my boy
On my momma in my hood, I'm a heavyweight
Always spoke my mind, I told them, street nigga, graduate
Some of them ain't mean me no good, I had to separate
Whatever shot you take in the world, better not hesitate
Big cake, punch the block and the clock
On God, ain't no comin' around this bitch if you don't shop
From where if a pussy snook somethin', check his sock
Oh he think he bully, took somethin', test the Glock
Bag this, wrap that like a damn rope
Gettem in, push em out, we can sale a hope
Who said gunyun over monyun, damn joke
New fire stick, but his partner still in jail, broke
Going strong in the field, pray for safety
Twenty quick flips on purp, Ed Reed
Never let the money bench or replace me
A thousand 250 of the quarters, I'm a straight G
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
I got the block hot
Four hundred degrees
I keep this shit up on my lap, it ain't under the seat
Get on that liq, get like Montana
Who want it with me
You niggas dreaming bout a Rollie, I want a Felice
I got the block hot
Like Dwayne Carter
Man I been soning niggas, got the same father
I'm in the field, you off the bench
I'm the main starter
Put it up for stormy days when it rain harder
Bag it up, tie it up like a damn rope
We got beams, we got sticks with the damn scope
These niggas talking like they Goats
You a lamb, hoe
Talking like they thuggin', they wasn't with me in the sand, though
Done tried to put on every nigga from the sandbox
Go and ask them niggas in East Prichard if I ran out, nah
Niggas truth up in these bars, we can teach you a lesson
You know I'm f*cking with big cake like a wedding reception
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Weed coffee' and a addy
Full court press in the hood, we been trappin'
Daddy taught me savagery, cause these niggas, they be crabbing'
A Durr, tryna sell on the block, you a battery
And all that ra-ra gangsta talk, you need to hush, my boy
No pitty-pat around this bitch, you can't get touch, my boy
Blue hollow tips and they gold, don't get dust, my boy
Blue hollow tips and they gold, don't get dust, my boy
On my momma in my hood, I'm a heavyweight
Always spoke my mind, I told them, street nigga, graduate
Some of them ain't mean me no good, I had to separate
Whatever shot you take in the world, better not hesitate
Big cake, punch the block and the clock
On God, ain't no comin' around this bitch if you don't shop
From where if a pussy snook somethin', check his sock
Oh he think he bully, took somethin', test the Glock
Bag this, wrap that like a damn rope
Gettem in, push em out, we can sale a hope
Who said gunyun over monyun, damn joke
New fire stick, but his partner still in jail, broke
Going strong in the field, pray for safety
Twenty quick flips on purp, Ed Reed
Never let the money bench or replace me
A thousand 250 of the quarters, I'm a straight G
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
Got the block hot, we done trapped it out
I got the block hot
Four hundred degrees
I keep this shit up on my lap, it ain't under the seat
Get on that liq, get like Montana
Who want it with me
You niggas dreaming bout a Rollie, I want a Felice
I got the block hot
Like Dwayne Carter
Man I been soning niggas, got the same father
I'm in the field, you off the bench
I'm the main starter
Put it up for stormy days when it rain harder
Bag it up, tie it up like a damn rope
We got beams, we got sticks with the damn scope
These niggas talking like they Goats
You a lamb, hoe
Talking like they thuggin', they wasn't with me in the sand, though
Done tried to put on every nigga from the sandbox
Go and ask them niggas in East Prichard if I ran out, nah
Niggas truth up in these bars, we can teach you a lesson
You know I'm f*cking with big cake like a wedding reception
Writer: Devin Adams
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid