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All of this story, hurry up and buy Choppa, nigga, hell nah Baby Mexico shit, nigga, you hear me? NLE, top shottas, nigga, you hear me? Yeah ATLJacob, ATLJacob Yeah, bitch, bitch, bitch Bitch, bitch, bitch Grr, bitch, bitch, grr, grr Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Just like a landlord nigga, I'll pull up where you're stayin' Send some shots right through that house, in the same place you layin' It ain't shit to put a bag up on your head, I'll pay it You keep on dissin' on my name, but I'ma make that niggas say less We ride four deep, cruisin' in a brand new coupe today Draco in the backseat, when we see that nigga, boost the murder rate Pussy bitch, I love beef, put it on my plate and stuff it in my face Ah, the block is hot, it's on fire Ah, I'm with the shit just like a diaper Ah, I'ma light 'em up just like a lighter Ah, I got a lot of guns, I'm not a fighter Ah, just like a hunter, keep a rifle I might pull up in your neighborhood, get to shakin', ain't no hesitation Off the lean, so a nigga movin' like I'm in the Matrix Put a nigga in a casket, have him dressin' out in Stacy's Now he six feet deep, put him on vacation Bitch, I'm boppin' on the scene with my Glock up on my hip I saw my oppostion lackin', so I dumped the whole clip Them RIP bullets hit him, through his body, they gon' rip My Blood niggas screamin' "Slatt", but my Hoovers screamin' "Crip" Yeah, my block real hot (You need to cool down) Blow my niggas kickin' doors down (Coll down) We got the choppers and the Glocks (We finna shoot now) And when that nigga in the back (He don't make a sound) A savage what they call me, but really, I'm a devil I pop a Perc and get jiggy, I'm on another level His bitch diggin' me just like a motherfuckin' shovel I'm a lion, a tiger, a shooter, and a rebel Nigga dissin' on my name, so I'ma put him on the news .556s, .223s, and then .762s When that Draco hit a nigga, it's gon' knock him out his shoes I cropped that nigga out the picture, when he got here with this tool We throwin' signs in the club, nigga, what you wanna do? My nigga got the fuckin' Glock, but I got the deuce-deuce I dare a nigga throw a diss, I swear to God we raise the roof I ain't talkin' 'bout no dice when I say I'm 'bout to shoot We connected with the Mafia, we cook it like tilapia I got some trulers in the cut, but I'm bangin' with the Shottas I'ma kindnap a nigga, torture him, and make him holler Just like a Tic-Tac, when I see him, swear to God that I'ma pop him (Grr) The block is hot, the block is hot (Grr) The block is hot, the block is hot (Grr) The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, the block is hot (Bitch, bitch, bitch) Ah, the block is hot, it's on fire (it's on fire) Ah, I'm with the shit just like a diaper (like a diaper) Ah, I'ma light 'em up just like a lighter (like a lighter) Ah, I got a lot of guns, I'm not a fighter (I'm not a fighter) Ah, just like a hunter, keep a rifle The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, the block is hot The block is hot, it's on fire
Writer(s): Jacob Denzel Canady, Bryson Potts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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