Catch me on your block
Always mobbin' with my niggas
Countin' racks up to the light
Hunnid bands up in the ceiling, yeah
Bout the fuckin guap!
I don't think they even get it
Pockets stacked up like it's lunch
Pull up nev-
Weh the bloodclat do you, siddung?
(Tokyo Ghoul intro)
Cheated on the code, I can see it clearly now (Yeah)
Don't you wanna know how it flows out of my mouth (Yeah)
They don't wanna see me when my cheese got on the pouch (Yeah)
Baby wants to snort from a nigga out of town
Catch me on your block
Always mobbin' with my niggas
Countin' racks up to the light
Hunnid bands up in the ceiling, yeah
Bout the fuckin guap!
I don't think they even get it
Pockets stacked up like it's lunch
Pull up never close it right, fight
Damn down
I like gin shots poured in my beer (Yeah)
I'm not faced
Busted chance
But I stand down
I sign papers for the papers, it's so weird
Okay, I go buy more shit it makes me crazy
Still no fear, down
I'm in my woes
Everything's out of control tonight, yeah
You paid a roll
This is no movie
Turn off the lights, yeah
She's on her phone
Textin' her bros
I tell her goodbye, yeah
That shit is old
Put that shit down
You're getting too hype, yeah
Makin a killin I'm feelin around
I got different synonyms
I can't waste my time chasin' all of these women
I'm buildin
And buildin
And smashin the ceilin', like fuck it; yeah
I'm bout to grow (Hoo)
Niggas wanna play the wrong life (Yeah)
50 stacks in a fort night
Livin' bottles bout to roast that
We ain't leavin before I get mine
Never snitchin on an old life
Tell him no, tell him no, tell him no, got it right; yeah
I sit along with all my demons cuz they're nice, yeah
In my room I can feel it in my mind, yeah
Catch me on your block
Always mobbin' with my niggas
Countin' racks up to the light
Hunnid bands up in the ceiling, yeah
Bout the fuckin guap!
I don't think they even get it
Pockets stacked up like it's lunch
Pull up never close it right, fight
Catch me on your block
Always mobbin' with my niggas
Countin' racks up to the light
Hunnid bands up in the ceiling, yeah
Bout the fuckin guap!
I don't think they even get it
Pockets stacked up like it's lunch
Pull up never close it right, fight
(Tokyo Ghoul outro)
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