BloccBoy (feat. Ynd Rich)

Bet they ain't tell you
Rich kid a G like BloccBoy
Just bought a FN
Had to go bury that nine Taurus
Post drip on my gram
All the opp bitches gon hop on it
Jump fresh out that can
Went straight to the top on 'em
How the fucc that's ya mans
When he got popped you ain't slide for 'em
How the fucc you my mans
And you gon' work wit the opps on me
Said you gon alley oop me
Gon throw me off the backboard
Told me to keep rappin'
Be careful what you ask for

I was sleeping on racks in a prison cell
Do whatever for Tay cuz he didn't tell
I was servin them mids on a Nextel
When you shoot try and squeeze on a exhale
I was sittin on racks tryna build it up
Tell me what they want down for the Bentley truck
I keep diving bacc in I can't get enough
Guess how many I fit ina monkey nuts
Took her ribs out and got a lil tummy tuck
FN got my wrist Ona uppercut
Baby loc hit that bitch wit the left hook
Slow down thinking I might be ya next jux
Nina Ross babygirl got the best looks
Lotta paper I got me a textbook
She keep talking I answer like that's good
I'd kill cancer I swear it if I could
Told my grandpa he made me a animal
223 hit ya top split ya cantaloupe
Bought lil bro his first gun he a natural
I was down in the slums I ain't have a hope
They gon hang they self dry when you give 'em rope
Do me wrong and then act like you didn't know
Had my heart I got hit wit the low blow
Should I off you or not it's so difficult
I was sleeping on issues like is it worth it
When I hop in this booth I'm like Mr. Perfect
In this kitchen don't really need dish detergent
I can't give that respect if you didn't earn it
I was sittin on issues like wait it out
Couple weeks and I'm goin to take him out
On IG watching lives from a fake account
Too much sauce ain't too much more to say about it
Aye
Big G's like BloccBoy
Amiri jeans
might cop more
Double C's
I'm a thot for 'em
400 degrees
I'm a hot boy
Heard he told
He a cop boy
Ion smoke no Za
This pop tart
(This gas)
Took a couple them perkies
Don't pop bars
Got too many pints of the Wockhardt
Ima sip this lean til my kidneys hurt
Can't remember last night I was off them percs
Can't fucc that hoe know she got dat work
(Got that work)
Won't stop goin in 'til I'm innat hearse
(Til I'm innat hearse)
Rich kid don't cap
Put the gang on my bacc
YND we gon take off
(Outta here, gone)
Keep talkin that cap
Only time you live that
When a nigga hit space bar
(Nigga be cappin)
Heard you got cash
Heard you get a lil bag
Movin too fast
Know lil bro gon crash
Ahead of my class
I perfected my craft
(Outta here, gone)
I just spent ya stash
Amiri's on my ass

Bet they ain't tell you
Rich kid a G like BloccBoy
Just bought a FN
Had to go bury that nine Taurus
Post drip on my gram
All the opp bitches gon hop on it
Jump fresh out that can
Went straight to the top on 'em
How the fucc that's ya mans
When he got poop you ain't slide for 'em
How the fucc you my mans
And you gon work wit the opps on me
Said you gon alley oop me
Gon throw me off the backboard
Told me to keep rappin'
Be careful what you ask for