Frank Block shit, man

Frank Block shit, man, 800 shit

HitKidd, what it do, man?

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

Damn (Damn), damn (Damn)

All these **** be screaming out, "Slime," but they ain't MC, so fuck them

We antisocial, GDK, and drop the 5 for Moe 'nem

We catch kills for bro 'nem; we catch a G, we stretch 'em

These **** be cliquing faggots

These **** be saying my name, but they used to be gang, so you know it's fuck Melly

Hothead in the air, you smell it

Scrap ass got caught in a alley

Face shots make sure it's valid

Then take a trip to Cali

Timo, he just be rapping

My **** really blacking

His homie died, he in the studio, he fucking capping

Shout out my Frank Block cappers

Keep Glocks, don't do no lacking

Headshots, don't need no practice

I seen his chain and grabbed it

And I just started rapping

We get off Percs and start tweaking, then shoot up the casket

Them 8s in the back with a Drac' and a chopper and three different Gens

She acting bougie, bitch, well, I'm tryna fuck ya friend

But back to the basics, we on go, we tryna kill again

Step on him and all his friends, spin back 'round, then do it again

Chunk up Ys, we shoot again, bah, bah, kill his mans

Smoking Kecey off the Xans, in a Hemi, lose the trends

Mask up, bail out, F&N, chalked him out, we scored again

Lucky told on my main mans, but STL, they still his friend, on Mick

Frank Block