Block

She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the fuck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock

I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop?
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap

Yeah
Yeah
It's A.M. on the track bitch

She said she wanna talk
I said bitch get the fuck off of my block
I'm bout to trace you with some chalk
My shit a rock, call me Brock

I don't take breaks, I'm nonstop
What's that shit, you got a mop
I only shoot if he an opp
Empty mags and then I swap

On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even fuck with no snitches
Fuck you mean this ain't my pitch

All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit

They gonna come and try to shoot me up but they don't even play
Come around through my block and all my niggas make you pay
You be shooting on a Saturday then Sunday you just pray
Bitch we'll gun you down, no stupid shit, don't care about what you say

Fuck that bitch then throw her out
Pull the trigger with no doubt
I be fucking with these stupid hoes, they want me for the clout

Fool around she give me brain
She sucked me off on the plane
Bitch this ain't yo block, don't care about you nigga stay in yo lane

This my block, it ain't yours, here they call me the king
Fuck around with little shorty, she ain't gonna get no ring
VVS on my neck and my ears, my diamonds bling
Pull up, drift in Tokyo, bitch I'm riding in Beijing

On the gang we in this bitch
On the block we getting rich
I ain't even fuck with no snitches
Fuck you mean this ain't my pitch

All them bitches getting hit
In the night we shoot em lit
Scare em niggas till they sit
Them bullets flying till they quit

Yeah
2019 my year, on my momma
Gang



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