On the Block (feat. Bandgang Masoe)

Me and Mas on the block
Fuck a judge
Fuck a cop
Sippin' lean
Bitch, ion need no cough drops
Push the challey so fast
Make your fuckin heart drop
Grab the Wok
Gon po' it in a soda pop

Me and Mas on the block
Fuck a judge
Fuck a cop
Sippin' lean
Bitch, ion need no cough drops
Push the challey so fast
Make your fuckin heart drop
Grab the Wok
Gon po' it in a soda pop

I'm wit joog on the block
Fuck the opps
Fuck a cop
Wit my hitter in a drop
Point a finger you get dropped
Where the pop
Here the Wok
I get lifted off the drop
Bitch the killas love me
Really somethin' that you not
I'm wit young
I'm wit horse
Do you bad
No remorse
Wrong move ain't the right move
Or shut the hearse door
Check the score
Chops galore
Bitch look like Lara Gallagher
Only I know she a slore
Came from college on the floor nigga

We got the glocks
Grab the chop
Bitch his body gon' drop
Really steppin' on they necks
And we never gon' stop
Pump fake
Right hook
There his body go spinnin'
Bitch you funny as a bitch if you say we ain't winnin'
Check the score Lil' bitch
Elbow all in the rim
I'm really movin' all this dope while you sittin' there trimmin'
I got the dope, I got the drank and everything in between
I always been about my shit, ever since the beginning

Me and Mas on the block
Fuck a judge
Fuck a cop
Sippin' lean
Bitch, ion need no cough drops
Push the challey so fast
Make your fuckin heart drop
Grab the Wok
Gon' po' it in a soda pop

Me and Mas on the block
Fuck a judge
Fuck a cop
Sippin' lean
Bitch, ion need no cough drops
Push the challey so fast
Make your fuckin heart drop
Grab the Wok
Gon' po' it in a soda pop

Bro I need a 4
Matter fact I need a 6
Can't believe this shit sometimes, we really came from shit
Ghetto as a bitch
Me and joog tied in
Ain't nothin like u niggas
That was jumped or lied in
Whatever niggas on
We on that times ten
Icy ass watch
Don't know what the time is
Came from the jungle, who know what survive is
Huntin' like we want it nigga tuck your pride in mufucka
MONEY

Tuck your pride in
Cold jumpin' out the Benz
You and me a big difference
So we divided
Goin' to the bank cause I need my dividends
I was smoking on some stank witcho bitch N her friend
Gettin' money on my own
I ain't inherit shit
Talkin' down on my name then you can suck my dick
Fuck the judge, and mothafuck the pigs
Try to play with my money gettin' cracked in the chin



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Writer(s): Randal Dawood
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