[ Featuring
Meyhem Lauren ]
Bust down rolodex, f*ck a ice grill
Flood another nigga block off of Whitehill
Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill
Plugged on the trillion watts, check my light bill
He thought he had a pint of Wock, bought some Nyquill
Flood another nigga block off of Whitehill
Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill
Plugged on the trillion watts, let's get it
Yeah, it's blocks
Beat down a nigga block, feel like Mike Will
Paid the highest, nigga, pull up with the right pill
Brodie tripped over some blues and like five seals
Bring 'em through, shit, just make sure that the pints real
Pipe racin' the beast, spendin' up the heart
Me and Jack in the digs with three hundred large
Six hundreds Rs and a half, you can Fetty Wap
Made in four quarters, had to hit 'em with the ready rock
Splash it with the cold water, that's a belly flop
Cracked the 'Rex, had to whip it in the jelly jar
Put the bricks in the trunk, then we trail the car
Tell girly follow that cab, it got dope in it
I'm like Kobe with that eight if it's Bo business
Cook a whole situation, twenty-four minutes
Chain heavy as my bag, quarter brick of glass
Quick to burn the turnpike with a brick and a half
Bust down rolodex, f*ck a ice grill
Flood another nigga block off of Whitehill
Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill
Plugged on the trillion watts, check my light bill
He thought he had a pint of Wock, bought some Nyquill
Flood another nigga block off of Whitehill
Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill
Plugged on the trillion watts, let's get it
Keep it a hundred like a tenth of a bird, that's my word
Restoration hardware in the crib, playin' the curb
Bought the furniture, who? What? When? I never heard of you
You're a soft nigga make-believin' you're a murderer
I'm a gangster, pretend that I'm not one
But truth be told, y'all niggas could still catch a hot one
I came up with criminals, killers, and krill-servers
Diamond covered bracelets crushed in the concealed burners
Everything I spit is facts, twenty years back
Me and Stacks was up in Uncle Jack's, eatin' off packs
Did it all from the LAX to the axe
To the Beamers, to the Benz
Made a lot of money, lost a couple friends
But for the most part, I'm good with everybody I knew
Sometimes communication dwindles 'cause the way that we grew
That's just life shit, now we back on some gun and knife shit
Playin' defense 'cause predators be on the night shift, uh
Bust down rolodex, f*ck a ice grill
Flood another nigga block off of Whitehill
Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill
Plugged on the trillion watts, check my light bill
He thought he had a pint of Wock, bought some Nyquill
Flood another nigga block off of Whitehill
Spin your block, hundred shots, that's a light drill
Plugged on the trillion watts, let's get it
