Beat A n*gga Block lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro]
Ayy
Ayy, I want motherf*ckin' dollars and digs, you know what I'm sayin'?
(EY3ZLOW on the beat)
YNW for life

[Verse 1]
Beat a n*gga block with that motherf*ckin' chopper (With the chopper)
With some real n*ggas, we gon' pull up with them boppers (Boppers)
Catch a pus*y n*gga, hit his ass with the Glock (With the chop)
Hit him with the F&N and we don't give no f*cks (We don't care)
Beat a n*gga block with that motherf*cking Glock (With the Glick)
I don't give no f*ck 'bout a pus*y or a opp (Or these b*tches)
Catch a n*gga lacking, hit his ass at the stop (At the stop)
Sign, I ain't worried about you 'cause I got, hah
(Got mine, got mine, catch a n*gga slippin')
I ain't worried 'bout you 'cause I got, hah, mine
Don't you worry 'bout the f*cking gang (The gang)
I swear to God, I'm just like Wu-Tang

[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round the city with this motherf*ckin' chopper (With that chopper)
Catch a n*gga slippin', swear to God we catch a opper (Catch a opp)
Police looking for me with the f*ckin' helibopters (Helicop)
Yeah, the helicopters, we don't give no f*cks, though, ooh (Give no f*cks)
[Post-Chorus]
Uh, she gon' shake them balls (Skrrr)
That how it sound when she be sucking di*k, haha
That's how you know she with the sh*ts, haha
Blood Gang, we got hella sticks (Chop)

[Verse 2]
Ayy, hold up wait, what you say?
Say you want an iPhone 8
Bome here, b*tch, oh yeah, okay
Hold up, wait, I was locked up for that f*ckin' iPhone 8
When I got out, guess what was out? f*ckin' iPhone 10
I want Benjamins, ayy, I'm gon' f*ck her friends, ayy
She gon' swallow di*k (Ayy), like some vitamins (Vitamins)
She gonna f*ck the clique (Hey), I am a sinner
I am a sinner, pull up with a pistol
You know I'm a winner, we shoot at beginners (Beginner)
We shoot at beginners
I pull up on you with a pistol and shoot at your mama (You n*ggas dead)
I don't give a f*ck, I'm really 'bout action, I really will shoot at your mama (Your mom)
Really will shoot, really will kill, really will drill
Really will pull up with Glocks, Mortal Kombat, I got skills with me (I got skills)
Come to that money, you know we gon' have to flip it
I got ten bands in my pocket while rebording
Ten bands in my pocket while recording (Oh, for real)
Shorty wanna f*ck, she say she wanna be my shorty (Hey, shorty)
Stupid b*tch, I got the nine, oh, I'm playin'
Wait, I f*ck with 9lokkNine
But ayy lil' bro, this sh*t right here a .40
Ayy, this sh*t here brazy
I done finally made it
Crackers let me off probation so I feel amazin'
[Chorus]
Ridin' 'round the city with this motherf*ckin' chopper (With the chop)
Catch a n*gga slippin', swear to God we catch a opper (Catch a opp)
Police looking for me with the f*ckin' helibopters (Helicop)
Yeah, the helicopters, we don't give no f*cks, though, oh

[Post-Chorus]
She gon' shake them balls (Skrrr)
That's how it sound when she be sucking di*k
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