blow ya block up!
(Chill)
Sex, money, drugs yuh
All of the above yuh
We bouta blow ya block up
When bitches be havin beef we stick them glocks up
Don't talk bout what my neck got get yo ice up
I be high asf fuck the satellite
Walk round wit a stick like im alt right
Betta not touch me boy u might die tonite
Take pics wit my bands that's a terabyte
Terabyte like the PlayStation
Big biscotti blunts I'm on the space station
Only smoke this dope fuck the vape nation
Make bread while I sleep always on vacation
Choppa take his hair send my opps to turkey
Yo bitch she want my meat, she want my beef jerky
Burn bands at the store cuz I'm feelin quirky
Took yo brother life u should've picked mercy
Should've pick Mercy or any kinda support
wit my gang hit strip club we throwin bands on floor
Fuck it we goin to war, Open up that door
Choppa hit like CeraVe we open up his pores
Choppa open up his face
Put that pussy in his place
I'm not from the states but get bank like it's chase
Fuck wit me u die today
Put opps head out on display
Imma take this K and blow yo block up like Pompeii
(Chill)
Sex, money, drugs yuh
All of the above yuh
We bouta blow ya block up
When bitches be havin beef we stick them glocks up
Don't talk bout what my neck got get yo ice up
I be high asf fuck the satellite
Walk round wit a stick like im alt right
Betta not touch me boy u might die tonite
Take pics wit my bands that's a terabyte
Sex, money, drugs yuh
All of the above yuh
We bouta blow ya block up
When bitches be havin beef we stick them glocks up
Don't talk bout what my neck got get yo ice up
I be high asf fuck the satellite
Walk round wit a stick like im alt right
Betta not touch me boy u might die tonite
Take pics wit my bands that's a terabyte
Terabyte like the PlayStation
Big biscotti blunts I'm on the space station
Only smoke this dope fuck the vape nation
Make bread while I sleep always on vacation
Choppa take his hair send my opps to turkey
Yo bitch she want my meat, she want my beef jerky
Burn bands at the store cuz I'm feelin quirky
Took yo brother life u should've picked mercy
Should've pick Mercy or any kinda support
wit my gang hit strip club we throwin bands on floor
Fuck it we goin to war, Open up that door
Choppa hit like CeraVe we open up his pores
Choppa open up his face
Put that pussy in his place
I'm not from the states but get bank like it's chase
Fuck wit me u die today
Put opps head out on display
Imma take this K and blow yo block up like Pompeii
(Chill)
Sex, money, drugs yuh
All of the above yuh
We bouta blow ya block up
When bitches be havin beef we stick them glocks up
Don't talk bout what my neck got get yo ice up
I be high asf fuck the satellite
Walk round wit a stick like im alt right
Betta not touch me boy u might die tonite
Take pics wit my bands that's a terabyte
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Writer(s): Martin Regular
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