DeeBlock General
(Ayy-Ayy Kevlar, that muhfucker fire)
(I wish Kevlar cooked the beat)
(Ooh, Hanna)
Boy. A nigga done made me mad
So I smashed on his momma and I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Almost fucked his baby momma too, that nigga ain't tried me since
Ridin' through the trenches
Stand on business, five percent this tinted
If you my dawg, won't cross you out or backdoor, you a 'bout a bitch
If you my dawg, won't cross you out or backdoor, you a 'bout a hoe
One of 'em rap, one of 'em act, I'm that nigga, I fucked 'em both
Really been chillin', might fuck up the city if my niggas with it
I'm outside, wrist and mouth be glistenin', cost a couple digits
Yo' IG crush be in my DM tryna fuck some
I put my chain around my neck whenever I fuck on her
Your bro a bitch, we use that nigga just for store runs
Come shoot your shot at me, I promise I won't say nun'
You let these hoes play in your face and then it's game over
I'm reppin' Dee Block, AMP, so I can't change on 'em
Can't stay the same, bro, I got brain while in the Range Rover
Stay in my lane, these niggas lame, so they be hatin' on me
I tell my young niggas to chill, so shit won't pop off
Ever since I put on Ritz, bitch, I've been feelin' like a rockstar
Baby, you are not my bitch, so I don't give a fuck 'bout your roster
If I'm not who you with, then I don't give a fuck about you
These internet niggas, they won't try me, 'cause they know what's up
You say my name, we do some shit, then you gon' know it's us
I call Davo, and I call Dre, them niggas get to bustin'
Ain't with that soft shit
Tell that bitch we can't hold hands in public
I'on fuck with IG hoes, 'cause them hoes don't mind they business
They be all up in my likes, my comments, even in my mentions
I'on like the public or social media in my business
If I find out that you ran your mouth about me
Bitch, you finished (Like, bitch, you gone, ayy)
(Get off my phone, ayy)
(Delete my number, bitch, you blocked, leave me alone, ayy)
(Like, bitch, you gone, ayy)
(Get off my phone, ayy)
(Delete my number, bitch, you blocked, leave me alone, ayy)
(Okay, okay)
(I wish Kevlar cooked the beat)
(Ooh, Hanna)
Boy. A nigga done made me mad
So I smashed on his momma and I'm fuckin' on his bitch
Almost fucked his baby momma too, that nigga ain't tried me since
Ridin' through the trenches
Stand on business, five percent this tinted
If you my dawg, won't cross you out or backdoor, you a 'bout a bitch
If you my dawg, won't cross you out or backdoor, you a 'bout a hoe
One of 'em rap, one of 'em act, I'm that nigga, I fucked 'em both
Really been chillin', might fuck up the city if my niggas with it
I'm outside, wrist and mouth be glistenin', cost a couple digits
Yo' IG crush be in my DM tryna fuck some
I put my chain around my neck whenever I fuck on her
Your bro a bitch, we use that nigga just for store runs
Come shoot your shot at me, I promise I won't say nun'
You let these hoes play in your face and then it's game over
I'm reppin' Dee Block, AMP, so I can't change on 'em
Can't stay the same, bro, I got brain while in the Range Rover
Stay in my lane, these niggas lame, so they be hatin' on me
I tell my young niggas to chill, so shit won't pop off
Ever since I put on Ritz, bitch, I've been feelin' like a rockstar
Baby, you are not my bitch, so I don't give a fuck 'bout your roster
If I'm not who you with, then I don't give a fuck about you
These internet niggas, they won't try me, 'cause they know what's up
You say my name, we do some shit, then you gon' know it's us
I call Davo, and I call Dre, them niggas get to bustin'
Ain't with that soft shit
Tell that bitch we can't hold hands in public
I'on fuck with IG hoes, 'cause them hoes don't mind they business
They be all up in my likes, my comments, even in my mentions
I'on like the public or social media in my business
If I find out that you ran your mouth about me
Bitch, you finished (Like, bitch, you gone, ayy)
(Get off my phone, ayy)
(Delete my number, bitch, you blocked, leave me alone, ayy)
(Like, bitch, you gone, ayy)
(Get off my phone, ayy)
(Delete my number, bitch, you blocked, leave me alone, ayy)
(Okay, okay)
Credits
Writer(s): Marcus Hanna, Duke Dennis, Kevin Chatmon Jr
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