Block boy lyrics

You be lookin to good, stick my di*k in up in the morning
Put me in the close friends, that sh*t ain't P, why she recording?
f*ck that 2 man with yo friend, they ain't talm' bout sh*t, them b*tches borin
Get 50 M's, get me a house, it got 7 different floors in it
Gotta whole nother room of separate closets put Dior in it
How the f*ck you keep tryna [?], only got a thousand, gon' need more chicken
Im [?], tryna beat that pus*y up til' I get soar in it
Been in this sh*t for awhile, I won't never stop n*gga I'm never─


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Glock boy, you been sending threats saying' what you gon' do, but you not boy
Soon as we send that Lo' and you don't come through, you get blocked boy
You needa control her, found yo b*tch all on my c*ck boy
b*tch goin over 200, why the f*ck would I stop a cop car?
The zot wasn't hittin on sh*t, big bro pass me the Wockhardt
n*ggas tryna get my sauce, they keep on asking me how I got far
Think you slick tryna get in, you better stop boy
We caught him lackin' help that n*gga he did not park
Hope you stop hatin, n*gga go get some paper its not hard
Name a time when sh*t got dangerous I did not spark?
A-All are n*ggas be big dog and they do not bark
Taking a risk to get away ranned over a cop car
You must smoking gas or some
I never been scared of none
If we can't get to you, we'll get ya brother, kidnap ya daddy son
When the f*ck you get gangsta?, back then' n*gga didn't even have a gun
Talk crazy, won't see his baby, its like he didn't never having one
When the dope sold?, money flow, n*gga already sold a P
Tryna f*ck and dip, finna catch my Lyft' b*tch why you holding me?
"Been to myself, I'an f*ck nobody else" that's what she told to me
I been hot sh*t caps, since [?] gave me a Glock and a poker beam
See them boys stay right there, know we dont f*cking like them
Every time we catch one, they gon' die, no we don't f*cking like them
Put my life on the line for the bros, everytime I [?] right there
Got all the times to tweet with a n*gga we leavin em right there
Make me mad, b*tch I'm up scooping' early morning, b*tch I want it
I don't want the pus*y bring me a million dollars it make me horny
Why you complain about me not trippin─