On The Block
(Drando the mop)
Ayy, ayy
I've been getting jiggy, getting money with my bros
She said I won't do it, on the real, my God knows
You said that's your girl, then why the hell she at my shows?
White bitch taking molly and she put it up in her nose
I don't kick it there 'cause they be snitching to the cops
I was pushing grams at school, I had it in my sock
They never caught me lacking even when I'm on the block
I know I gotta make it, time is ticking on my clock
If you ain't chasing chicken, get your check right
If you coming in, then get your neck right
I was jugging hoes to get my deck right
Foreign mami hella fine, she got her check right
You don't wanna talk 'cause my boys toting hella guns
I'm saucing on these beats and I do it just for fun
Y'all niggas be talking way too much, just get it done
They don't know how to copy me 'cause baby, I'm the one
Baby, I'm from Daygo where you gotta keep that pole
I was down bad tryna figure out my goals
Demons in my head, they keep on tryna take my soul
I stay out the way, baby girl, just play your role
Crazy, baby, get your bag right
If you wanna roll with me, then baby, get your cash right
I'll show you how to jugg, girl, I'll show you how to stash right
Run off on the plug, I could show you how to dash right
Ayy, I be on the block with my gang, blowing gas
I never liked school, I was always skipping class
Most of y'all hoes dirtys, on the real, I gotta pass
It's hard to fall in love, I was always 'bout a bag
Ain't shit change, I'm still sipping hella forties
I've been getting up in my hood by my lowly
When I drop a song, I know my haters listen closely
Indo in my blunt, got me moving hella slowly
I'm a block boy, yeah, I came up from the mud
I'm rapping on the weekends, I just have it in my blood
Hella pocket watching, dry nigga, need a flood
Your girl hit me up when she looking for some bud
Pro Club on my shirt, 501's be on my jeans
I used to pop them Percs and I used to like them beans
My doctor called me healthy 'cause I'm getting all my greens
A nigga hella popping, only see me on the screen
Ayy, baby, get your bags right
If you ain't chasing jewelry, baby girl, just get your act right
I'm all of out of mud, baby, I'm gon' get your bags right
I'm gon' get some money, baby, I'ma get your bag right
Ayy, baby, get your bag right (ayy)
I ain't sipping juice, then get your Tech right (ayy)
Niggas ain't shit, nigga, get your bag right
I chase chicken, get your racks right (ayy)
Ayy, ayy
I've been getting jiggy, getting money with my bros
She said I won't do it, on the real, my God knows
You said that's your girl, then why the hell she at my shows?
White bitch taking molly and she put it up in her nose
I don't kick it there 'cause they be snitching to the cops
I was pushing grams at school, I had it in my sock
They never caught me lacking even when I'm on the block
I know I gotta make it, time is ticking on my clock
If you ain't chasing chicken, get your check right
If you coming in, then get your neck right
I was jugging hoes to get my deck right
Foreign mami hella fine, she got her check right
You don't wanna talk 'cause my boys toting hella guns
I'm saucing on these beats and I do it just for fun
Y'all niggas be talking way too much, just get it done
They don't know how to copy me 'cause baby, I'm the one
Baby, I'm from Daygo where you gotta keep that pole
I was down bad tryna figure out my goals
Demons in my head, they keep on tryna take my soul
I stay out the way, baby girl, just play your role
Crazy, baby, get your bag right
If you wanna roll with me, then baby, get your cash right
I'll show you how to jugg, girl, I'll show you how to stash right
Run off on the plug, I could show you how to dash right
Ayy, I be on the block with my gang, blowing gas
I never liked school, I was always skipping class
Most of y'all hoes dirtys, on the real, I gotta pass
It's hard to fall in love, I was always 'bout a bag
Ain't shit change, I'm still sipping hella forties
I've been getting up in my hood by my lowly
When I drop a song, I know my haters listen closely
Indo in my blunt, got me moving hella slowly
I'm a block boy, yeah, I came up from the mud
I'm rapping on the weekends, I just have it in my blood
Hella pocket watching, dry nigga, need a flood
Your girl hit me up when she looking for some bud
Pro Club on my shirt, 501's be on my jeans
I used to pop them Percs and I used to like them beans
My doctor called me healthy 'cause I'm getting all my greens
A nigga hella popping, only see me on the screen
Ayy, baby, get your bags right
If you ain't chasing jewelry, baby girl, just get your act right
I'm all of out of mud, baby, I'm gon' get your bags right
I'm gon' get some money, baby, I'ma get your bag right
Ayy, baby, get your bag right (ayy)
I ain't sipping juice, then get your Tech right (ayy)
Niggas ain't shit, nigga, get your bag right
I chase chicken, get your racks right (ayy)
Credits
Writer(s): Diego Macias
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