Blockin

Twizo he cookin' up
I'm blockin niggas I'm droppin niggas
I'm blockin niggas I'm droppin' niggas
Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at
Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at
Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at
Where the dollars at, nigga, where the dollars at

Last time I fell in love, I got my heart broke
I tried
I told myself on God don't do that shit no more
I cried
They was sleepin' on me, now they wide awoke
I feel like Stevie countin' money with my eyes closed
Bitches don't be poppin' out for real, where's Waldo
Bitches don't be havin' opps for real, quit lyin', hoe
You can't hit and run, baby, I need Geico
Whats that in your lungs probably runtz and some gelato
Mindin' my business got me here, that's all it took
Ain't no food up in the kitchen, but he in there finna cook
I was really in the trenches, trappin' verses, trappin' hooks
If your nigga into trickin', then, on God, he bet not look
Fuck that shit, bitch I been poppin' since day one
And yeah I might be toxic, but with me you gon' have fun
Can't chase a nigga bitch that's on my daddy and my mom
Can't chase a nigga bitch I'm chasin' cranberry with rum

I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
He ain't tryna spend no money, so he got his ass blocked
I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
He ain't tryna spend no money, so I kicked him out the spot
I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
What you doin' poppin' shit, droppin' niggas like it's hot
I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
He ain't tryna spend no money, so he got his ass blocked

Next Caller
Next Caller
Like what the fuck you thought this was not over here
You don't spend no money

Ayy pull up to the show I got the baddies out
Might pull up see me at your baby daddy house
That nigga spending over here like what you mad about
We playin' tennis over here we got them racks out
I still be blockin' niggas, dodgin' niggas, whole time I be tired of niggas
One, two, three, four, shit, bitch it's a thousand niggas
He tryna fall in love, I call him Nick Cannon
You wildin', nigga
Damn where your wallet nigga
Damn we just vibin' nigga
He tryna shoot the club up like damn why you so violent nigga
Don't post me on your page, you know I'm player and I'm private baby
I'm pretty and I'm paid, so you know I'm havin' options, baby
Droppin' niggas

I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
Can't chase a nigga, bitch, I'm chasin' cranberry with rum
I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
Yeah I might be toxic but with me you gone have fun
I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
He ain't tryna spend no money so he got his ass blocked
I'm blockin' niggas, I'm droppin' niggas
He ain't tryna spend no money so he got his ass blocked



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Writer(s): Briana Fields
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