Blokk Hot Video (MV)

I'm the one that made the blokk hot
Strapped up with them things
I was down there at the Traphouse
Trappin at 16
Now I'm pushing foreign whips
And I'm swerving lane to lane
Im a Real Street nigga give a f*ck bout what you think

I'm the one that made the blokk hot
Strapped up with them things
I was down there at the Traphouse
Trappin at 16
Now I'm pushing foreign whips
And I'm swerving lane to lane
Im a Real Street nigga give a f*ck bout what you think

Lil Florida nigga out the swamp who talking shit I bust a brain
Zip your mouth little pussy bitch I kill you quicker than you think
And them lil Niggas you be with ain't bout it all they want is fame
You put your trust up in them bitches dawg thats one thing that I can't
Imma make them draw the chalk
The glizzy f*ckin up my walk
And you ain't bout that shit you talk
You play wit us that choppa talk
And you ain't taking shit cause my people depend on me
Whole lotta hittas by my side and they gone spin for me
I beat them charges that I had ain't have no lawyer I was broke
And some of us ain't have a bed so we was sleeping on the floor
Older niggas was around me watched em cook it on the stove
I was a jhit watching dope fiends come in and out the door
Yeah it's pain in the struggle growing up was ugly
I was with my nigga we was thuggin trynna make shit bubble
It was plenty times when I had stumbled but I never fumbled
And the devil tried to take me under but I wasn't going

I'm the one that made the blokk hot
Strapped up with them things
I was down there at the Traphouse
Trappin at 16
Now I'm pushing foreign whips
And I'm swerving lane to lane
Im a Real Street nigga give a f*ck bout what you think

I'm the one that made the blokk hot
Strapped up with them things
I was down there at the Traphouse
Trappin at 16
Now I'm pushing foreign whips
And I'm swerving lane to lane
Im a Real Street nigga give a f*ck bout what you think

Helicopter police sirens crackas kicking down the door
The heat was broken in the winter so we had to use a stove
I was born into this life I swear this ain't the shit I chose
I gotta booger in that nine might have to wipe a niggas nose
Niggas hatin snitching in investigations
They getting stitches you can't save em
My mouth zipped I'm getting paper
Now we balling like the lakers
But knock em off jus like a clippers
We got them poles but ain't no strippers
Get outta pocket we gone zip ya
It's MD we too official

I'm the one that made the blokk hot
Strapped up with them things
I was down there at the Traphouse
Trappin at 16
Now I'm pushing foreign whips
And I'm swerving lane to lane
Im a Real Street nigga give a f*ck bout what you think