My Block
Aye I say I'm fuckin wit this choppy it's gon split his head
Strictly for the dome when we shootin we don't aim at legs
Imma sharpshooter when I shoot the suckas cant contest
Knocking at yo door we tryna hit eem we gon get eem stretched
Aye aye I swear I'm spazzin out
Hit it from da back I had her screamin she was tappin out
Lil baby choosin wit a winner she claim baggage now
And them niggas speakin on my brotha we gon fan em down
Imma plumber wit this pipe I be cleanin blocks
Heard them niggas talkin lil bro come on send sum shots
And you bitches broke can't conversate if you ain't talkin guap
Man I lost my brotha and I swear that nigga meant a lot
Imma top flight nigga we don't move the same
Heard you sendin shots they comin back just like a boomerang
I'm gon get em gone don't need no mask they ain't gon see my face
We gon buss that play and hit the gates soon as we see da jakes
You pulled that skit and you got caught that was a bad route
Sendin face shots to any nigga wit a bad mouth
Speakin on my brotha promise that's gon get u fanned down
And I heard they hatin on a nigga I'm the man now
I'm callin plays out the huddle call me quarterback
And my brotha lashed you out yo pole come get yo 40 back
Politican ain't gon get u far better start running laps
And he outta state so we gon post up where his granny at
Cold nigga wit dat pole I'm gon get em gone
Aimin for his lid we tryna tag em we gon hit a dome
And I swear his bitch keep blowin up she tryna hit my phone
And they know my brotha bound to get em we gon get em gone
Aye look we purging back to back
Sliding through they section we got weapons finding where he at
And they know my brothas known to hit em we gon get em tagged
Ridin back to back we got them straps we known to make em clap
Aye look I say we really purge
Speaking on my brotha bitch you knowin that's gon get you hurt
And we got them glizzy's wit extensions known to put in work
Issa got that mask he bound to get em put em in the dirt
Aye look he put em in the dirt
Issa got that mask he known to get em put em in the dirt
Uh look he put em in the dirt
Issa got that mask he known to get em put em on a shirt
Strictly for the dome when we shootin we don't aim at legs
Imma sharpshooter when I shoot the suckas cant contest
Knocking at yo door we tryna hit eem we gon get eem stretched
Aye aye I swear I'm spazzin out
Hit it from da back I had her screamin she was tappin out
Lil baby choosin wit a winner she claim baggage now
And them niggas speakin on my brotha we gon fan em down
Imma plumber wit this pipe I be cleanin blocks
Heard them niggas talkin lil bro come on send sum shots
And you bitches broke can't conversate if you ain't talkin guap
Man I lost my brotha and I swear that nigga meant a lot
Imma top flight nigga we don't move the same
Heard you sendin shots they comin back just like a boomerang
I'm gon get em gone don't need no mask they ain't gon see my face
We gon buss that play and hit the gates soon as we see da jakes
You pulled that skit and you got caught that was a bad route
Sendin face shots to any nigga wit a bad mouth
Speakin on my brotha promise that's gon get u fanned down
And I heard they hatin on a nigga I'm the man now
I'm callin plays out the huddle call me quarterback
And my brotha lashed you out yo pole come get yo 40 back
Politican ain't gon get u far better start running laps
And he outta state so we gon post up where his granny at
Cold nigga wit dat pole I'm gon get em gone
Aimin for his lid we tryna tag em we gon hit a dome
And I swear his bitch keep blowin up she tryna hit my phone
And they know my brotha bound to get em we gon get em gone
Aye look we purging back to back
Sliding through they section we got weapons finding where he at
And they know my brothas known to hit em we gon get em tagged
Ridin back to back we got them straps we known to make em clap
Aye look I say we really purge
Speaking on my brotha bitch you knowin that's gon get you hurt
And we got them glizzy's wit extensions known to put in work
Issa got that mask he bound to get em put em in the dirt
Aye look he put em in the dirt
Issa got that mask he known to get em put em in the dirt
Uh look he put em in the dirt
Issa got that mask he known to get em put em on a shirt
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Writer(s): Anthony Brown
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