Blockwork "Freestyle"

(I don't care if you pretty, suck my dick, grrah)
(S-suck my dick) Grrah, grrah, boom
All 41 and one for all
(Ayo, Marvy, you did that)
(It's Kosfinger, baby) Grrah
Grrah, grrah, boom, bitch
Every opp shot, everything dead
41 shots to the head
Grrt
Like, grrah

Why these opp niggas sucking my dick? (What the fuck?)
Couple niggas that's dead in a ditch
And they ain't coming back, they just stuck in my spliff
Like I might go to his grave, then spit
I'm a demon, and they know I like gunplay (Gunplay)
Stupid dummy, went out on a subway (Subway)
Lil nigga just went out the dumb way (Dumb way)
Niggas be broke, so they do it the bum way
All black tech got these niggas shook
If he move, I'ma make him look
And these niggas just cap for the book
Then he get shot in his face no book
Like grrah, every O shot
He a dummy, he rap what he not
Two knocks, one green with a dot
Like more than one, I'm staying on hots
Niggas say that 41, shit gotta stop (Are you dumb?)
Nigga, suck my dick
Ayo, Sharlem get off my dick
Like you a bum, and you dirty as shit
That nigga said we was gonna get stitches
Now that nigga is laying in ditches
Losin' vision when I 'oot at the crowd
He think he tough 'cause he beat on his bitches (Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn)

Look
Grrah
Look
It's Carter, dickhead
Look
Grrah, grrah
Look

Grrah, I'm like fuck it, let's go on a drill (Like, what?)
'Cause I think niggas loosing they screws
I'm with KR and Jah they might up it and shoot
And that nigga a goose, he be ducking the deuce
Like I'ma keep it a hunnid
Lookin' like I'm Giannis, I keep it a buck
He was dissing got turned into dust
Now that boy shooting, he all in my blunt
I don't say I'm the best, I just let that shit see
Grrah, like my shit on repeat
Quick draw if he fast on his feet
Like, roll him up in the marley
Not sorry
He was dissing got poked in a heartbeat
And these niggas don't know what they started
Grrah, and their guns just stay in their gallery (What?)
Oh, and ya niggas ain't dap
Broke lil niggas, ya got me upset
How you dissing on the net and you thought I'd forget?
Niggas pussy, they really be actors
Like I spot me an O, I'ma pack 'em
No Brazilian, brodie gon' wax 'em
Feeling like Spunna when I am-
She treeshy, nasty
Lick on my body, we go to the backseat
If I don't got the V, I might spin on a taxi
He got sent to the sky, I was happy
Throwing all 10's so they calling me back
On the scene, I go flock out the benz
Spinnin' and spinnin', we do it again
And that shorty a thot and she bringing her friends, grrah

(KR)
Everyone dead, don't run, don't move
And Meechy got beat out his shoes
Shoot through the mesh, I'ma find me a goon
Free Static, go dumb with the deuce
He not an 'ooter, who does he 'oot?
How he dead after making a diss?
Notti, all in my spliff
If he run, I put two in his head
I know he dead, I can tell by the twitch
No BeyBlade, whole lotta rip
Too many guns, I don't know what to pick
Niggas buggin', who bigger than me?
He think he lit, he get lit, no stitch
And I'm 41 Boppin' they shit
Told number 1, get shot in your shit
Damn (Like, what?)
That bitch a bum, I can tell by the wig
Getting deady off wock, can't trip
Like, I make plays like Popovich, damn
And we got the drop where he lay at
(Click, click) He got put in a blay, damn
I be lost but I do it for Lay
And these niggas be envy the shit that I made
(Like, damn) Like damn, like, what?
Bitch, I'm bossy, spot 'em, pack 'em
Like red beam on a gun imma crack 'em
Big .45 put a hole through the madness
And Notti got put in a box, packaged
4's in the spot, it get active
Like, what?
Bled through his socks, 'cause he thought I was lacking
Like-Like damn
H-He dead
These are my blocks, can't twist that knock
Bro been dumped that knock
Like what? Can't toss that knock

(It's Kosfinger, baby)
(Ayo, Marvy, you did that)



Credits
Writer(s): Henry Fasheun, Zaire Rivera, Jennifer Akpofure, Oliver Nazemi
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