Block Beater (feat. HoodstarSleeze)

I'm gonna survive it off them pops out this ****

You, they sick about that last shot, ****?

****, haha

I know they sick about that

Ayy, free Lil' Waze, ****, free Dada, ****

Ayy, hey, we the reason why your brother gone

You didn't even get back for that

But you making songs

Next girl on me, brody, watch me snatch your soul

And we ain't worried about no duh

****, I would never go

But surely if I don't leave that **** stretchy

Leaving critical (leaving critical)

Have to swap the ****, and the tuck

It wasn't fittable (it wasn't fittable)

Hey, walking down, get up close

Make sure that **** gone

Every time that I call a sucker

I'm at that **** home (I'm at that **** home)

Don't try to open up your blinds like

I don't see you peeping (don't see you peeping)

Chased down, trying to make sure that he forever sleeping

A hundred shells on they block, yeah, they forever sleeping

Came home and instantly started stepping

Ain't no time for decent

I'ma catch him loafing

In that low while he on live teasing (why he on live teasing?)

Don't believe shit, blood say

He is not squeezing (he is not squeesing)

Still on they thought, thought, high block, man

Pipe his ass up on pop shots, he is not him

Totin' on some shit to knock your tires off your fuckin' rims

Every time they free another shooter

That's when the fun begin

I don't think nobody even died

Let's bend the block again

Chopped hella loud ****

I kick like it's Jackie Chan

Paul Mandels, anti-social club

Don't really do the prams

Huffs his bleak on him, watch him run from this F&N

Police don't know who did it

I got two names on real gang

Hawk up with his glizzy and shoot a true flame

If it's a shooting in the West, this league the first to blame

Do you see a smile on my face? This shit is not a game

Pull up on him, I'ma hawk him down if he run away

(Hey), hey I'ma hawk him down if he run away

I ain't know exactly what I'm smokin' and it's to the neck

The suckers hit my phone on trippin' shit

They geekin' through a text

Loudmouth forget you clap if you don't really step

To brag about that shit you never do

Just put that shit to rest

Outside of your shit, so when I call, you know the deal, yo

Slashin' with that shit, but ****

Who did you get pissy on?

I can name a couple **** now that I'm still gettin' on

We in the two and lows, it wasn't then

But we still two to go

Pink street, murder block, shout out for the squeeze team

**** know we got the bitty backin'

We the dream team

Help it on him, tryna take his neck off with this green beam

This type got green tits

It's gon' turn him to a string beam

Walker, we don't know shootin' up this vehicle, you get DP

**** know that we get physical

Why is **** runnin' from the hood?

Like we can't get to you, like we won't find his ass

Like we been searchin' for a Pikachu

Sorry I been steppin' on your boyfriend

Tell him to step it up

Please don't call your shooter

'Cause my shooter shootin' neck and up

If we ain't put your load upon that skit

Just know he messed it up

And turn the phone for homies

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