On My Block (feat. Soni, Dyare. & Matt Lucas) [Remix]
Nigga turn the corner into a range
Cul de sac used to practice the aim
Blow the bullets with a brutal exchange
Wet the block and let the arsenal rain
The mall or makeda's
It could be either
Any spot getting mopped with a heater
Stake by the house like they waiting to greet you
Bullets are cordial they're happy to meet you
Lead eaters on the asphalt
Getting outlined with some white chalk
That's street art made from men and salt
Nobody going to know who's at fault
Me and my girl left the city behind
But she looked better fine when she turned into salt
Guess she didn't know the city is inside him
It's already written and that's by default
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
Bitch I been up on my block
I keep my Glock up on my waist
All the feens would hit me up
I got narcotics on the way
I'm going to get myself some food
I don't have time to sit and play
And if police come looking for me
I know where to hide away
Fuck it I'm going to pick up the pace
I grab the forty and put that shit right up in your face
I run up all the money and call that shit the race
I used to sell up all the weed when it came back it was laced
Weed laced with coke
That shit was just hook them
Where all the buyers pack
You know I took them
Where you get crack
My partner he cook it
They are always nosey
Why are they always looking
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
I was troublesome
Use to the pop like it's bubble gum
Hickory Hill where they fuck with some
Snakes slither through hoods with the double tongues
That shit taught me to trust no one
Breaking news every day that shit regular
I was praying for some peace
Niggas running rampant all through the streets
Off the zaza going zeke
But I want another life
And I'm on another mission
And if I don't make it
There isn't any hope for niggas
Now days they will roll on you and smoke with niggas
It's going to take me better ways to cope with this shit
I'm on my emotional shit
Niggas high through life didn't have to go through this shit
Role models and some hoes for this shit
I'm too deep in this nigga
I'm
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
Supa Hendo on the remix so we are about to spin the block
DMG is running Memphis we can meet you at the top
Pulling keys from the city because we have the game on lock
Everything we touch does numbers
I have been working around the clock
You can hear it in my voice
Make you tremble at the noise
There's some power in my choice
I have been working on my poise
I could put you on your feet
I could feed you to the beast
I have been fasting for a week
I have been hoping you want beef
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
Cul de sac used to practice the aim
Blow the bullets with a brutal exchange
Wet the block and let the arsenal rain
The mall or makeda's
It could be either
Any spot getting mopped with a heater
Stake by the house like they waiting to greet you
Bullets are cordial they're happy to meet you
Lead eaters on the asphalt
Getting outlined with some white chalk
That's street art made from men and salt
Nobody going to know who's at fault
Me and my girl left the city behind
But she looked better fine when she turned into salt
Guess she didn't know the city is inside him
It's already written and that's by default
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
Bitch I been up on my block
I keep my Glock up on my waist
All the feens would hit me up
I got narcotics on the way
I'm going to get myself some food
I don't have time to sit and play
And if police come looking for me
I know where to hide away
Fuck it I'm going to pick up the pace
I grab the forty and put that shit right up in your face
I run up all the money and call that shit the race
I used to sell up all the weed when it came back it was laced
Weed laced with coke
That shit was just hook them
Where all the buyers pack
You know I took them
Where you get crack
My partner he cook it
They are always nosey
Why are they always looking
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
I was troublesome
Use to the pop like it's bubble gum
Hickory Hill where they fuck with some
Snakes slither through hoods with the double tongues
That shit taught me to trust no one
Breaking news every day that shit regular
I was praying for some peace
Niggas running rampant all through the streets
Off the zaza going zeke
But I want another life
And I'm on another mission
And if I don't make it
There isn't any hope for niggas
Now days they will roll on you and smoke with niggas
It's going to take me better ways to cope with this shit
I'm on my emotional shit
Niggas high through life didn't have to go through this shit
Role models and some hoes for this shit
I'm too deep in this nigga
I'm
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear 40 cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
Supa Hendo on the remix so we are about to spin the block
DMG is running Memphis we can meet you at the top
Pulling keys from the city because we have the game on lock
Everything we touch does numbers
I have been working around the clock
You can hear it in my voice
Make you tremble at the noise
There's some power in my choice
I have been working on my poise
I could put you on your feet
I could feed you to the beast
I have been fasting for a week
I have been hoping you want beef
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then eleven shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
On my block
You can hear the cops
Then you hear the cops
It don't stop
You hear forty cock
Then 11 shots on the news
You hear body drop
They are still probably hot
From the Glock
Don't come near the spot
Unless you got a mop
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Writer(s): Jackson Henderson
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