Block Party
Overdose and fly across the coast
And now I need a refill
She said her heartbroken
I said now you know how we feel
Told her bust it open
Now she got me hard as seashells
I'm drownin' in the ocean
Thinking how the hell we be here
Supreme Louis V, I mix designer with the street-wear
F.O.G.'s is on my feet so god the only thing that we fear
I got these niggas mad, they never wanted us to be here
Niggas throwin' shade and hatin'
But we still just gonna prevail
My phone been gettin' hot so please don't hit me on that email
I had her goin' both ways, now I got her liking females
If it ain't about the check, then I ain't interested in details
Bitch
Yeah
Blowin' up just like I'm dynamite
I think I might just die tonight
Percocets and cyanide
New drip so please don't touch me
Beat it up we gettin' rough
And then I pass it off like rugby
Yeah I knew that bitch was fake
Lied to my face, told me she loved me
I been through the struggle
The bad, the beautiful and the ugly
Louis V. duffel, fill it with lemon haze and the money
Lil' mama keep a secret
Cus' I ain't tryna go public
I like the way she freakin' off the molly
We be fuckin'
Huh
And now I need a refill
She said her heartbroken
I said now you know how we feel
Told her bust it open
Now she got me hard as seashells
I'm drownin' in the ocean
Thinking how the hell we be here
Supreme Louis V, I mix designer with the street-wear
F.O.G.'s is on my feet so god the only thing that we fear
I got these niggas mad, they never wanted us to be here
Niggas throwin' shade and hatin'
But we still just gonna prevail
My phone been gettin' hot so please don't hit me on that email
I had her goin' both ways, now I got her liking females
If it ain't about the check, then I ain't interested in details
Bitch
Yeah
Blowin' up just like I'm dynamite
I think I might just die tonight
Percocets and cyanide
New drip so please don't touch me
Beat it up we gettin' rough
And then I pass it off like rugby
Yeah I knew that bitch was fake
Lied to my face, told me she loved me
I been through the struggle
The bad, the beautiful and the ugly
Louis V. duffel, fill it with lemon haze and the money
Lil' mama keep a secret
Cus' I ain't tryna go public
I like the way she freakin' off the molly
We be fuckin'
Huh
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Writer(s): Smith, Lewis, Payne, Middleton, Iverson
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