GMG Tripp - Murder 101

Fuck Up the Block

I been on my grind for years fuck losing im tryna win
Im tryna stack it up high im praying that God forgive
Everyday I take a risk everyday I count my blessings
Everyday I tell my bitch needa calm down with all of that stressing
Im tryna fuck up the block fuck up the block
Fuck up the block im tryna fuck up the block
Im tryna fuck up the block fuck up the block
Fuck up the block im tryna fuck up the block

Im tryna fuck up the block watch me go get me a knot
I can make something outta nothing I can make bread outta rocks
What you doing im trapping with the pack riding with the strap in my lap
One up in the chamber big big banger boom boom brains go splat aye
Really with the shit that's a fact these niggas putting on a act
Caught a case and I did 4 flat you caught a charge and came home you a rat
Cant fuck with you niggas ima fall back you getting down on the fam what you call that
Plug pitching drugs ima hit the block like I gotta ball bat
Reup flip it reup flip it I aint got time to kick my feet up with ya
Im a blood but I like my bankroll crippin big blue hunneds bitch nigga whats the business
Scheming plotting aint gotta job but I gotta bankroll so you know how I got it
Being broke aint a option I gotta go get it you know how im rocking

I been on my grind for years fuck losing im tryna win
Im tryna stack it up high im praying that God forgive
Everyday I take a risk everyday I count my blessings
Everyday I tell my bitch needa calm down with all of that stressing
Im tryna fuck up the block fuck up the block
Fuck up the block im tryna fuck up the block
Im tryna fuck up the block fuck up the block
Fuck up the block im tryna fuck up the block

I get the drop and I flip I need my doe off the rip
Really don't like making fronts play with my doe you get killed
I gotta family to feed many nights spent on my knees
In the cell praying for better days like lord I just wanna succeed
Know im living wrong damn I just wanna get on damn
I been flipping zones grams q's p's going ham
Licks on my phone I aint got time to chill at home
Money call girl I gotta go I aint got enough I want some mo
That's why I stay on the road when I move its only for the doe
I got money on my mind I aint worried bout these hoes
Beat the charge and I got the case closed thehy caught me with two pistols and a load
Guess im here for a real reason I gotta get this doe

I been on my grind for years fuck losing im tryna win
Im tryna stack it up high im praying that God forgive
Everyday I take a risk everyday I count my blessings
Everyday I tell my bitch needa calm down with all of that stressing
Im tryna fuck up the block fuck up the block
Fuck up the block im tryna fuck up the block
Im tryna fuck up the block fuck up the block
Fuck up the block im tryna fuck up the block

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Writer(s): Christopher O'neal
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