Hmm
Uh (Jumper)
[BlocBoy JB]
Hey, ho, how you doin'? Bitch, my name is Bloc (Name is Bloc)
I just only got one question, you fuckin' or not? (Word, word)
See me with your bitch, it's goin' down just like Yung Joc (Yeah)
He don't play about his bitch, I hope he don't think I'm Chris Rock (I'm not)
Ayy, I will smack a nigga, still will smack that clip up in that fifty (Rrah)
You heard what foenem said, pass that, Druski, stand on business (Doom, doom, doom)
The way we boxed him in, they think we did that hit, was wicked (Wicked)
Box on back the glizzy, swing that bitch like playground if he trippin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
This bitch love my Memphis, want me to say, "Music" while I'm hittin' it (Hittin' it)
Fuck for forty minutes, baby, that ain't nothin' but a scrimmage (Ain't nothin')
Fuck your last nigga, what I look like beefin' with a worker? (A worker)
I'm the biggest C, two of me, bae, that turn to a circle (Crip)
Two straps on me, did I do that? Did I do that? I'm Steve Urkel (I do 'em)
Killed your mans, you ain't get get-back, why the fuck you screamin', "Murder"? (Huh?)
Pillow talkin' to your bitch, why when she seen me, she got fertile?
Oh, she drinkin' Squirt? I'm tryna find out if she is a squirter (She slurp that)
Goons on high alert, check come in like it's the first (Like it's the first)
If you got your seventy-five, ayy, we can make shit work (Make shit work)
Nigga owe me, caught him on Sunday and made it worse (Woah)
Playin' with them Franklins, can't nobody save your ass but Kirk (On my mama)
[MTeezy]
Ayy, he ain't make it to the Monday (To the Monday), RIP like the runway (Like the runway)
I'm a gangster, I ain't 'bout talkin', I'm 'bout gunplay (I'm 'bout gunplay)
Catch him up in public, nigga swear that he don't see me (Like where he at?)
Get off first, Michael Jackson, make him beat it (Hey)
How you doin'? Bitch, I'm Teezy (Bitch, I'm Teezy)
If you ain't hear it the first time, that's your ass, ain't gon' repeat it
I just came for the top, I don't really want the cleavage (Really want the cleave)
Put shit to sleep, ain't talkin' Tempur-Pedic
Whip this bitch out and she better eat it, bust if I'm heated (Yeah)
Ayy, pop up out the bushes, shit get flushed if you creepin'
Ayy, six-two hit hard, knock the doors off Jeep, but I prefer the .223 (But I prefer the .223)
If you a frog, better jump, take you a leap, you get shot just playin' with me (You get shot just playin' with me, nigga)
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