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Grrrt (woo) Woo, woo 092MLB (opps know how I'm rockin', grrt) I make a call, and it's war, huh? It's 09s to the Cloccs, man Run up, get done up, nigga, spin the block, nigga Fuck is you talkin' 'bout? 09, 100 Cloccs, we really do this shit, nigga What's up nigga? GDK, nigga (it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man) We really do this, nigga, what's up, nigga? Spin the block, grrrt, GDK (All I know is you better have your vest, all that gangsta shit I put it to test) Step on the field, watch 'em crumble (brr) Talkin' for what, but you ain't put no work (pah, pah) All that talk, but you ain't wanna rumble (grrt) Knuckle up, or get put on a shirt (bah, bah, bah) Send shots, hit you and your uncle (uncle, yeah, bah) Talkin' for what, but you ain't been the first (grrt) Sauce drip like I stepped in a puddle (puddle, bah, bah) Don't be fooled by these frames, get left in the dirt Yeah, I'm not with the talkin' or linkin' shit, disrespect, nigga lit I just stick to the breesh, lay low 'cause these niggas be ignorant Friday, I'm hittin' shit, where I'm parkin' my V's like this Flatbush got me stuck on a bracelet (precinct) Tell the DA, "I ain't writin' no statements" (writin' no statements) Big boot, have you stuck in the pavement (blah, blah) Talkin' the books, have you wait for arraignment Tellin' them lies, I can't give 'em the facts Balmains keep a Nina attached Big body where I'm packin' my MAC Big 092 but I stay with a MAC Skate to my block, but you ain't do shit Say you got chops, but you ain't shoot shit Come to my block, we keep two grips Call the real choppers, we spin in two whips Niggas talk, for what? (Grrrt) They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up (bah, bah) Certain niggas if you touch that'll get you brushed (bah, bah) I ain't talkin' no bluff when I'm tryin' up (skrrt) Shooters in the club, ready to gun bust You know what's up, keep my Drac' tucked ain't no runnin' up (bah, bah, bah) Hundreds in the bag, you know how the Cloccs move When I see an opp treesh, yeah she scream, "Woo" All my niggas on the road, tryna eat food Cook it up, couple tracks, on the new feuds Switch it up, now I'm back on that trap shit (on that trap) Hit the block, hit the road, get it back quick (get it back) Had to bake half the work, make it backflip (make it backflip) Posted up on that block, for that package Shooters on call, this ain't no practice (bah, bah) Act quick, at your dome with that MAC stiff (grrr) Fast whip, spin your block, know you're tragic Bitches know Floss with, all my Woos trappin' (woo) Ain't no average 09 to the Cloccs, all my niggas on point for that action And we packin', sick a nigga if he jackin' that he stackin' (GDK) Know my nigga savage Skinny nigga but my pockets full of cabbage (breesh) Folk treesh from the floss, so they average Blue cheese make these bitches throw they ass quick (give me that) Now I'm on top, hands out for the little six (nah) Man these niggas sick Would they ask for the sauce If you ain't post the pic of your latest shits, can't get the drip Niggas came for the sauce That'll get you clipped careful with the four-fifth (bah, bah, grah) 100 doors kicked (grrr), keys in the cut Don't try your luck, couple shots to your gut (grrr) Told my niggas, "Ain't no lettin' up" (nah) One call and I bet my shooters lift you up (grrr) Niggas talk, for what? (Bah, bah, bah) They know, we bend blocks for sure, shoot what, shoot who? Caught in the road, that pole give you two shots, who hot? Don't give a fuck who block, free Clax, free Shots Don't give a fuck, who flock, get your hoe shot up Boy, you know it's that 100 Cloccs shit, man Nigga, we out here, nigga Fuck is you talkin' bout, nigga? Spin the block, nigga (grrrt) Posted up on the block every day, nigga Spin the block, nigga
Writer(s): Bashar Barakah Jackson, Josip Planinic, Teveion Scully Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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