Hit His Block
Bh I got a play so don't you call my phone at 8
They envy cause they greedy hate the World it's full of hate
Ain't texting bout some money well i'm sorry gotta wait
This bh she want me back well i'm so sorry it's too late
I'm smoking out the pound while i'm working on my tape
I'm blowing on wood it taste like grape this ain't a vape
These ns jock my style and the sound that i create
I'm always outta town i hit the hound i gotta skate
I'm racing after digits and i'm running up a check
This bh told me she love me but she cheating what the heck
Been knew these hs wasn't loyal that's why i just want the neck
Can't trust cause in my city you can die right in a sec
These ns set you up & kill ya fam don't give a fk
If you ain't got no plan and in the hood well bh you stuck
I do this outta talent i ain't do this outta luck
I took the lil bh money now she think that i'm a shmuck
I'm raw on every song swear these Ns can't compete
You want beef
Send my dog at you
Let em off his leash
You got a lot of music
Na i got more shit to release
Fendi fleece
Ns hating cause i'm popping like some grease
You don't want me baby trust me you don't really want this trouble
Imma bubble
I can't wait to say i made it out the struggle
We can't cuddle
All them tears you made me cry look like a puddle
Lean i guzzled
And i feel like haha davis cause i'm puzzled
Let a na run
What you thought i bought this beam for nun
Do this st for fun
Not a taser but this bh gone stun
I already won
Bitches call me daddy i ain't got son
Hit & run
Make a na dizzy by the way we spun
Hit his block load up na then we go again
Praying to the lord everyday i know imma sin
Sad like everyday you be lucky if you see a grin
Music like my happiness i never got to see again
Bh i got a play so don't you call my phone at 8
They envy cause they greedy hate the world it's full of hate
Ain't texting bout some money well i'm sorry gotta wait
This bh she want me back well i'm so sorry it's too late
I'm smoking out the pound while i'm working on my tape
I'm blowing on wood it taste like grape this ain't a vape
These ns jock my style and the sound that i create
I'm always outta town i hit the hound i gotta skate
Bh i got a play so don't you call my phone at 8
They envy cause they greedy hate the world it's full of hate
Ain't texting bout some money well i'm sorry gotta wait
This bh she want me back well i'm so sorry it's too late
They envy cause they greedy hate the World it's full of hate
Ain't texting bout some money well i'm sorry gotta wait
This bh she want me back well i'm so sorry it's too late
I'm smoking out the pound while i'm working on my tape
I'm blowing on wood it taste like grape this ain't a vape
These ns jock my style and the sound that i create
I'm always outta town i hit the hound i gotta skate
I'm racing after digits and i'm running up a check
This bh told me she love me but she cheating what the heck
Been knew these hs wasn't loyal that's why i just want the neck
Can't trust cause in my city you can die right in a sec
These ns set you up & kill ya fam don't give a fk
If you ain't got no plan and in the hood well bh you stuck
I do this outta talent i ain't do this outta luck
I took the lil bh money now she think that i'm a shmuck
I'm raw on every song swear these Ns can't compete
You want beef
Send my dog at you
Let em off his leash
You got a lot of music
Na i got more shit to release
Fendi fleece
Ns hating cause i'm popping like some grease
You don't want me baby trust me you don't really want this trouble
Imma bubble
I can't wait to say i made it out the struggle
We can't cuddle
All them tears you made me cry look like a puddle
Lean i guzzled
And i feel like haha davis cause i'm puzzled
Let a na run
What you thought i bought this beam for nun
Do this st for fun
Not a taser but this bh gone stun
I already won
Bitches call me daddy i ain't got son
Hit & run
Make a na dizzy by the way we spun
Hit his block load up na then we go again
Praying to the lord everyday i know imma sin
Sad like everyday you be lucky if you see a grin
Music like my happiness i never got to see again
Bh i got a play so don't you call my phone at 8
They envy cause they greedy hate the world it's full of hate
Ain't texting bout some money well i'm sorry gotta wait
This bh she want me back well i'm so sorry it's too late
I'm smoking out the pound while i'm working on my tape
I'm blowing on wood it taste like grape this ain't a vape
These ns jock my style and the sound that i create
I'm always outta town i hit the hound i gotta skate
Bh i got a play so don't you call my phone at 8
They envy cause they greedy hate the world it's full of hate
Ain't texting bout some money well i'm sorry gotta wait
This bh she want me back well i'm so sorry it's too late
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Writer(s): Bandman Tre
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