Block Sweepers
MTM, hit em wit' the heat
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demons edging when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
These some big nuts, I still got some big rocks
I don't mess wit' leg shooters, I'ma cruising headshots
Caught up in the bank (what?), the pistol or the shank?
Icey Cubin on my neck, oh man, I'ma sink (yeah, what?)
Hundred drum on the choppa, I'ma make his ass slip
Lost up in his hood, I'ma make that shit flip
Used to run that Honda, Benz, engine burning rubber
I'ma melt his block like a hot day in the summer (summer, summer)
I'ma down his crib, I'ma shoot gang deep (what?)
Hollows in his face, count ADHD (damn)
All my people reckless (what?), heard your mans checklist
I'ma throw this choppa just to leave 'em all headless
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad, Sleezy)
Hellcat engines, throw racks up in it
Molly crib, used to sell crack in it
MAC-11 shells clap wit' it
Hellcat drippin', kidnap snitches
Fuck bitches, then we give back bitches (fuck outta here)
Everybody fuckin' call me Sleez on my block (Sleezy)
Fuck my enemy, had a lemon squeeze on my block
I'm drinking Hennessy, make you a memory (woah)
You won't remember me, do you like you Kennedy?
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demons edging when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
These some big nuts, I still got some big rocks
I don't mess wit' leg shooters, I'ma cruising headshots
Caught up in the bank (what?), the pistol or the shank?
Icey Cubin on my neck, oh man, I'ma sink (yeah, what?)
Hundred drum on the choppa, I'ma make his ass slip
Lost up in his hood, I'ma make that shit flip
Used to run that Honda, Benz, engine burning rubber
I'ma melt his block like a hot day in the summer (summer, summer)
I'ma down his crib, I'ma shoot gang deep (what?)
Hollows in his face, count ADHD (damn)
All my people reckless (what?), heard your mans checklist
I'ma throw this choppa just to leave 'em all headless
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad, Sleezy)
Hellcat engines, throw racks up in it
Molly crib, used to sell crack in it
MAC-11 shells clap wit' it
Hellcat drippin', kidnap snitches
Fuck bitches, then we give back bitches (fuck outta here)
Everybody fuckin' call me Sleez on my block (Sleezy)
Fuck my enemy, had a lemon squeeze on my block
I'm drinking Hennessy, make you a memory (woah)
You won't remember me, do you like you Kennedy?
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block (they mad)
Ayo, pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, life's gone from my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting, so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ on the block
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Voutsinas, Michele Scatamacchia, Vinicius Sosa
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