At least 10 bands for a motherfucking feature
Ha, ay
Word

At least 10 bands for a feature
I be in the hood, well-respected like a preacher
Gucci Louis sneaker
Your bitch, she a eater
I fuck her, then leave her
You dumb 'cause you treat her
Go to the pawn shop then get my mags up
Niggas pussy when they see me they gon' call for backup
Got that 40 on me homey, I'ma never lack up
Yeah my niggas moving work, you can call us tractors
Why niggas wanna be the big bad wolf?
If a nigga diss the Bloc, he gon' get his ass whooped
He gon' get his fucking chain took, and his brains took
Body bag him, now his name look, his name Wayne Brook
I just fucked my bitch, 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
Hide your bitches, hide your hoes when you see me nigga
And every time you beat your hoe, that's a DV nigga
Can't see me, I Stevie niggas
Glasses on, I 3D nigga

Check it, check it, check it
Yea, yea, yea, yea
And I'm in this bitch and I'm comin' yeah yeah yeah
And I'm in this bitch and I'm stuntin' yeah yeah yeah
Off the dome with it, off the dome with it
Nigga playing with the Bloc wrong, he get dome splitted
He get dome splitted, he get dome splitted
If a nigga talking too ignorant, we gon' shoot wit it
We gon' shoot wit it, we gon' shoot wit it
We got goons wit it, we got your boo wit it
I'ma let your boo and she let the crew hit it
Fucking on your boo, and she let the crew hit it
You know what's going on nigga
You know we blowing strong nigga
Got your bitch in her thong nigga
And you got kiss her when she gets home, nigga
Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc
It's Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc
Yeah, yeah
Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip, Crip
Bitch

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Writer(s): James Baker