Ha
Yeah, ho
Yeah, ho
Ha, ha
Let's go, let's go
Word, word
Word, word, word, word, word, word, word, word, word
BlocBoy, BlocBoy, BlocBoy

Up with the Glock and a nigga turn to Ty
Look at the Rollie, no tick tock
These niggas funny like Chris Rock
You face defeat like flip-flops
I'm in the hood with a whole bunch of animals
These niggas kids, give 'em Trix and some Danimals
Bullets, they eat 'em, my clip full of cannibals
Put you in the ground like I thought you were plantable

No, bet you can't steal my flow
No, nigga must think I'm a ho
No, you ain't got them shooters on go
No, choppa make a head spring
No, nigga, you a has been
I don't wanna rock it no more with your best friend
Speakin' of my best friend
I don't have a best friend 'cause I got a left hand

Crip, Crip
Yeah, ho
Crip, crip, crip, crip, crip, yeah
Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah
Yeah, ho
Left hand, left hand
Yeah, ho
East side Grape Street Grape Street Grape Street, left hand
Yeah, ho
That's on my mama

No, bet you can't steal my flow
No, nigga must think I'm a ho
No, you ain't got them shooters on go
No, choppa make a head spring
No, nigga, you a has been
I don't wanna rock it no more with your best friend
Speakin' of my best friend
I don't have a best friend 'cause I got a left hand

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Writer(s): James Baker, Jarven Harris, Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard