Feature lyrics

[Intro]
At least ten bands for a motherf*cking feature, hah
We in this motherf*cker with guap, you know what I'm sayin' man
Ayy, word
Damn Dinero

[Verse]
At least ten bands for a feature (a feature)
I be in the hood, well-respected like a preacher (a preacher)
Gucci Louis sneakers (sneakers)
Your b*tch, she a eater (eater)
I f*ck her, then leave her (word)
You dub because you treat her (treat her)
Go to the pawn shop then get my mags up (that's on my mama)
n*ggas pus*y, when they see me they gon' call for backup (backup)
Got that forty on me homie, I'ma never lack up (lack up)
Yeah my n*ggas moving work, you can call us tractors (tractors)
Why n*ggas wanna be the big bad wolf? (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
If a n*gga diss the Bloc (huh?), he gon' get his ass whooped (that's on my mama)
He gon' get his f*cking chain took (chain took), and his brains took (brains took)
Body bag him, now his name look (word), his name Wayne Brook (yeah)
I didn't f*ck my b*tch, now she mad at me
Keep that bag with me, like I'm an athlete
Rollie on my wrist, and I bust down the P
And I got pounds of weed, I keep them rounds with me
Wrist froze, ears cold, but my chain and mouth gold (huh?)
Hide your b*tches, hide your hoes when you see me n*gga (yeah yeah yeah)
And every time you beat your ho, that's a DV n*gga (word)
Can't see me, I Stevie n*ggas
Glasses on, I 3D n*gga
[Outro]
Yeah yeah yeah
Chicka-chicka-chicka, yeah yeah yeah
And I'm in this b*tch and I'm turnin', yeah yeah yeah
And I'm in this b*tch and I'm turnin', yeah yeah yeah
Off the dome with it, off the dome with it
n*gga playing with the Bloc wrong, he get dome splitted
He get dome splitted, he get dome splitted
If a n*gga talking too ignorant, we gon' shoot fity
We gon' shoot fifty, we gon' shoot two with it
We got goons with it, yeah we got your boo with it
I'ma let your boo and just let the crew hit it, ayy
f*cking on your boo, and she let the crew hit it, facts
You know what's going on n*gga
You know we blowing strong n*gga
Got your b*tch, brought her thong n*gga
And you got kiss her when she get home, n*gga
It's Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc
It's Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc
Yeah, yeah
Crip crip crip crip crip, b*tch