Bloxk Party (feat. Drego)

My dog just caught the bag, I ain't runnin' from the grams You got that internet beef, you went straight to the Gram Pussy nigga got shot and he ran to the Gram If I get shot, I'ma shoot 'til it jam in my hand You in your phone all day, ain't makin' no bands I told my lil' dog, count it as fast as he can Soon as he run, it's off with his head I need that bag and your life, like fuck is you sayin'? Like I'm that one nigga, fuck the other side Percocet and new Patek made me come alive Like how you bomin' Game? I got the chop on me Ooh I got the drop on him, JJ up the Glock on him Man, I got to sneak it in this party, pocket rocket on me My baby meet you on the side, Chris Rock face Boy, I can see the whole field right off Barlow I know they tried to slide 'cause his car out Big brick of white look like Brock Lesnar Got tester, slidin' everywhere because I'm off tether I might fuck a Cardi B, Rucci's offsettin' Diamonds wet, look like pee, scuba R. Kelly Man, I might sing for the pussy just like R. Kelly I told her pull up to club icky, I'ma change the weather I got her out her Vickys, she want lick me, let up We been in and out them wars, I swear we need some medals I ain't never had time for no arguments Big ass shotgun, look like Lauri Markkanen Tula got the ten, AR with the cartridges Moncler, Rollie arm, wear it as my starter kit Do you believe in my dreams like Coretta bitch? Don't let him come in that dodo, we measuring This lil bitch like Keisha Cole, dog she heaven-sent Draco lay low and get them extras then Get to preachin' to you niggas like I'm Malcolm X And we got product everywhere, just took it out the press She hit the road with my load, took it out her dress She turn me on, now I wanna do it I'm lit, in a foreign whip Auntie got a script, I'ma flip the bitch Sweet chin music, watch me kickin' shit Yes I can move it, I be whippin' it I will pull my gun and get ignorant I will fuck the party up with my dance moves I wanna take me a trip out to Cancun But I gotta sit still 'til this bag move Domo arigato, Mr. Robot-o If he know like I know, my niggas we got those Drums with the hollows, drugs in my poncho I been wanting big bands since a snot nose The bag, it's all firmer than my MT, hitters they some gremlins The narcs hit the block, still gon' hit the fence in my Timberlands The smoke on the floor, alright inhale it then The way you talk you need a show, David Letterman Ballerina all on it, it's not sellin', damn I called my baby with the quizy, ain't gotta touch my hands I know some young niggas really eatin' in the ten All this blood from the streets, I need to wash my hands You never know who out to get you, better watch your mans Before you get to blowing cheese, better make a plan First night again, it wasn't in her plans Bougie told me fuck the city, bro, we want the rest Who gon' be there in the end, all this shit a test All my old hoes say I still hit it the best Get your mans dog, I heard his watch it tick tick