On My Blocc

Cool out
On my blocc
Cool out
Cool out
With all that hot shit
Cool out
Cool out
The suns going down
Need to need quit
With all that nonsense
Cool out
On my blocc
Cool out
Cool out
With all that hot shit
Cool out
Cool out
The suns going down
Need to need quit
With all that hot shit
(Hot shit, hot shit)

Had to tell my bitch to cool off
Ease the brakes
Had to back off
She a lil heated
Ruby's red, flarereon
Leo baby gon let it roar
Imma let it soar

Fireflies are out issa light show
Streetlights ruin all the fun
That's how childhood goes
Mama said be back by dark
I said hell no
Misadventures at the park
Scrape your knees and elbows
Get that dirt off your shoulder
Mama gone be mad
If my Jordan's fucked up
Yea, you got life fucked up
If I can't get no dirty
Then it's water in my cup
If if can't shoot the birdie
Then I need to toughen up
Toughen up, toughen up
Boy shut that shit up
Boys who weren't allowed to cry
Are now sad & fucced up
But the sun's on us now
So we gotta turn up
(Sunny days washing the clouds away)

Cool out
On my blocc (On my blocc)
Cool out
Cool out
With all that hot shit (Hot boy)
We got ARs for that nonsense
Fucc that hoe, bitch you is not it
Niggas talkin' more than their pockets
You ain't cool so you move hot bitch
If I catch you laccin' imma pop this

I thought this was a song for kids fool
At least about childhood
Yeah it's about-for the kids on my blocc
It's a song for the kids on my blocc
It's a song for... everywhere I walk
You know?



Credits
Writer(s): Clyde Davis Iii
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