Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, okay, okay, uh
Okay, okay, uh
Okay, okay, uh
Can I take you out tonight, baby
I'm tryna take you out tonight, baby
Can I take you out tonight, tonight
I'm from the block, baby
You know I can't stop, baby
Yeah, I come from the bottom
You know I got problems
It might be a lot, baby
Uh-huh, I'm texting your phone
That shit ain't deliver
You got me on block, baby
Yeah, shawty bad to the bone
And the shit I put on
You know I make it hot, baby
From the South of the south yea the trenches,
Shit, I stand on my Ten, shit
Yeah, she f*ck with my vibe
And she f*ck with the five
But she want attention
Yeah, we ride with those fyes
I tell you no lies, baby
I got my twin in the back
Tryna slam shit, yeah
I might paint a picture with my pistol
Turn that lil' boy to a canvas, yeah
Yeah, girl, can I take you out
I'm tryna see what you bout, yeah
She like, BG, where you from
Hot head lil' boy from the South, yeah
All you gotta do is send your lo, then
I'm in Route, yeah
I just checked your location
In the car, I'm on the way to you
Had to go back to the basics
With the same niggas, not a different crew
I'm tryna hear what you be sayin
I might be rude
Yeah, I keep that glizzy on me, not playin
Might up that tool
Mhm
Yeah, imma up that tool on em'
I ain't talkin' bout no Q
But bro gon' act a fool on em
Yeah, what the hell you gon' do
If you snooze, you lose
You better move on em, yeah
You know I'm sticked up with the goons
They might put your ass on film
I'm from the block, baby
You know I can't stop, baby
Yeah, I come from the bottom
You know I got problems
It might be a lot, baby
Uh-huh, I'm texting your phone
That shit ain't deliver
You got me on block, baby
Yeah, shawty bad to the bone
And the shit I put on
You know I make it hot, baby
From the South of the south yea the trenches,
Shit, I stand on my Ten, shit
Yeah, she f*ck with my vibe
And she f*ck with the five
But she want attention
Yeah, we ride with those fyes
I tell you no lies, baby
I got my twin in the back
Tryna slam shit, yeah
I might paint a picture with my pistol
Turn that lil' boy to a canvas, yeah
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Uh, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, okay, okay, uh
Okay, okay, uh
Okay, okay, uh
Can I take you out tonight, baby
I'm tryna take you out tonight, baby
Can I take you out tonight, tonight
I'm from the block, baby
You know I can't stop, baby
Yeah, I come from the bottom
You know I got problems
It might be a lot, baby
Uh-huh, I'm texting your phone
That shit ain't deliver
You got me on block, baby
Yeah, shawty bad to the bone
And the shit I put on
You know I make it hot, baby
From the South of the south yea the trenches,
Shit, I stand on my Ten, shit
Yeah, she f*ck with my vibe
And she f*ck with the five
But she want attention
Yeah, we ride with those fyes
I tell you no lies, baby
I got my twin in the back
Tryna slam shit, yeah
I might paint a picture with my pistol
Turn that lil' boy to a canvas, yeah
Yeah, girl, can I take you out
I'm tryna see what you bout, yeah
She like, BG, where you from
Hot head lil' boy from the South, yeah
All you gotta do is send your lo, then
I'm in Route, yeah
I just checked your location
In the car, I'm on the way to you
Had to go back to the basics
With the same niggas, not a different crew
I'm tryna hear what you be sayin
I might be rude
Yeah, I keep that glizzy on me, not playin
Might up that tool
Mhm
Yeah, imma up that tool on em'
I ain't talkin' bout no Q
But bro gon' act a fool on em
Yeah, what the hell you gon' do
If you snooze, you lose
You better move on em, yeah
You know I'm sticked up with the goons
They might put your ass on film
I'm from the block, baby
You know I can't stop, baby
Yeah, I come from the bottom
You know I got problems
It might be a lot, baby
Uh-huh, I'm texting your phone
That shit ain't deliver
You got me on block, baby
Yeah, shawty bad to the bone
And the shit I put on
You know I make it hot, baby
From the South of the south yea the trenches,
Shit, I stand on my Ten, shit
Yeah, she f*ck with my vibe
And she f*ck with the five
But she want attention
Yeah, we ride with those fyes
I tell you no lies, baby
I got my twin in the back
Tryna slam shit, yeah
I might paint a picture with my pistol
Turn that lil' boy to a canvas, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Uh, okay, okay, uh
Okay, okay, uh
Okay, okay, uh
Can I take you out tonight, baby
I'm tryna take you out tonight, baby
Can I take you out tonight, tonight
I'm from the block, baby
You know I can't stop, baby
Yeah, I come from the bottom
You know I got problems
It might be a lot, baby
Uh-huh, I'm texting your phone
That shit ain't deliver
You got me on block, baby
Yeah, shawty bad to the bone
And the shit I put on
You know I make it hot, baby
From the South of the south yea the trenches,
Shit, I stand on my Ten, shit
Yeah, she f*ck with my vibe
And she f*ck with the five
But she want attention
Yeah, we ride with those fyes
I tell you no lies, baby
I got my twin in the back
Tryna slam shit, yeah
I might paint a picture with my pistol
Turn that lil' boy to a canvas, yeah
Yeah, girl, can I take you out
I'm tryna see what you bout, yeah
She like, BG, where you from
Hot head lil' boy from the South, yeah
All you gotta do is send your lo, then
I'm in Route, yeah
I just checked your location
In the car, I'm on the way to you
Had to go back to the basics
With the same niggas, not a different crew
I'm tryna hear what you be sayin
I might be rude
Yeah, I keep that glizzy on me, not playin
Might up that tool
Mhm
Yeah, imma up that tool on em'
I ain't talkin' bout no Q
But bro gon' act a fool on em
Yeah, what the hell you gon' do
If you snooze, you lose
You better move on em, yeah
You know I'm sticked up with the goons
They might put your ass on film
I'm from the block, baby
You know I can't stop, baby
Yeah, I come from the bottom
You know I got problems
It might be a lot, baby
Uh-huh, I'm texting your phone
That shit ain't deliver
You got me on block, baby
Yeah, shawty bad to the bone
And the shit I put on
You know I make it hot, baby
From the South of the south yea the trenches,
Shit, I stand on my Ten, shit
Yeah, she f*ck with my vibe
And she f*ck with the five
But she want attention
Yeah, we ride with those fyes
I tell you no lies, baby
I got my twin in the back
Tryna slam shit, yeah
I might paint a picture with my pistol
Turn that lil' boy to a canvas, yeah
Writer: Bg Vito
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