Punk

On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This ain't nothin new
Yeah you a fake
Let me shield this hate
Let me get this straight
Am I a fool
This world gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous
On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This ain't nothin new
Yeah you a fake
Let me shield this hate
Let me get this straight
Am I a fool
This world gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous

I got to tell you who I am
We'll shoot, if you sell the Fent
I know y'all here getting bent
I'm a lion with a scent
Pulled up to the action, bam
It's all dark outside like ten
Now a nigga need to vent
They tried to put them in the pen
Roger that, Roger that
I ran up on them, broke that glass
Through the window, made it last
Looked at my watch, time has passed
I'm moving quick, don't hate me
I'm all real and y'all shady
Just part of my message, ain't stuck in collections
I made a deal for my safety
Call me The Sniper like K.D.
Ain't nothin you can tell me
Zipping, zagging on the road you see
Will I murder it's the anger in me
Time's getting further, can we please
Know I ain't no burglar, you a murder, I'm
A nurturer, not a turner
You are murder murder murder
You get hit
Your head's split
Don't call me to make them quit
It is more than I can commit
They will submit
I will admit
You are unfit
I stay legit
And custom fitted

On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This ain't nothin new
Yeah you a fake
Let me shield this hate
Let me get this straight
Am I a fool
This world gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous
On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This ain't nothin new
Yeah you a fake
Let me shield this hate
Let me get this straight
Am I a fool
This world gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous

If you really got an issue
They going to grab you a tissue
See that is an issue
I cut
Discontinue you
See they out to murder me
On the block you see
I hear the police coming and they out to murder us Three
Shots, shots, shots shots
Hot, block, cops, plot
Connect the dot, dot, dot, dots
They coming we don't drop, drop, drop, drop
Don't stop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Nucci went down, Nucci drops
Homicide went down by the cops
Just a story, learn your ops
Nucci was on my team, Nucci's last heartthrob
Now we ain't going to stop
All this drip I need a mop
I say fuck my fucking ops
Young King is the rock
Watch my back since Nucci gone
All this tension I have drawn
Rest In Peace the young ones G

On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This ain't nothin new
Yeah you a fake
Let me shield this hate
Let me get this straight
Am I a fool
This world gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous



Credits
Writer(s): Aiden Roach
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