no chorus pt 5

no chorus

pt. 5 nigga

blocboy

blocboy

turned up to the max

i know my block got my back

if a nigga talkin' foul i'ma smack him with a stack

your bitch in the club dancin' so i smacked her on her ass

if you try me with that fuck shit i'ma come back with the mac

all that loud talkin' he doin'

i swear i got somethin' to silence him

infrared beam

no silencer

walk around like i'm a scavenger

shotgun up on me

no passenger

in the midnight

no dub vision

bitches called me ugly when i had levis

got fire with true linen

bitches be gold diggin'

lookin' for gold

a bitch can't get a booger out of my nose

on the block like boozer but ballin' like rose

you known for this bullshit

you know how it goes

bitches is bitches and hoes is hoes

never wife a thot

you know they gon' go

water whippin' pots up on the stove

somebody tell 'em they plugged with they nose

no i'm not that guy but when you see me bitch you see money

i'm with tp stacks

then you know we yellin' free c-money

thirty on my side

don't run on me

this bitch hold a hundred

mac up to his back

give me that

i need all your money

block full of hitters

pops was a drug dealer

fuck the police

they locked him up and took his scrilla

i looked up in the mirror and i see a real nigga

still the same nigga that won't hesitate to deal with you

you say that i'm broke my nigga

how is that?

bitch i'm stickin' to this paper like a thumbtack

you think that that is your nigga but really he a rat

he gon' snitch up on you if y'all get caught with that pack

that pack y'all came in

you can buy whatever

try to rob me

my clip hold more rounds than mayweather

your bitch is not faithful and she bought me a gucci sweater

but she is worse on it

sometimes i wish i never met her

most of these niggas they say they gon' ride

but when it's war time they sit back and hide

them be the niggas that we're not surprised

what happened to confidence

where is our pride

i ride for my niggas

i ride for my guys

if they have a problem

i feel like it's right

lost simi and c-rock 'cause c-rock done died

and grape street the cemetery won't be divine

my new bitch she a mess

seen my text that i sent my ex

so lately i been stressed but i ain't never smoke no cigarette

my mama said i'm blessed

i finish you and still ain't got some yet

if you play i leave you wet

i pop a nigga like a percocet

rip to bo

i just pulled up in a maserati

jj on the phone

tell him that it's time to catch a body

i'm the same nigga

still ridin' 'round with c-gotti

pockets workin' out

sometimes i let them hoes do pilates

kick it with your bitch

no karate

nigga sneak dissin'

i'ma have to

nigga throw it back

send them hitters at his ass

now he dead

he don't really need an ambu-

young nigga tryna be the bigger

and stack up my dividends

walk around the block with all of this green on me

i'm feelin' like peter pan

can't tell these niggas stop sleepin' on me

i got your bitch in the bedroom sleepin' on me

she wanna fuck but i don't really even want her

she wake me up like a sunny callin'

you not a rack then you fuck niggas phony

say y'all is ready but y'all do not want it

tell your bitch

take it off

real strippers only

grape on my shirt like tony

if there is a problem you will get your face fractured

couple headshots than your ass fall backwards

nigga you a bitch and your niggas they some cowards

bet when y'all was young y'all wanted to be actors

and that's what y'all is

some motherfuckin' actors

standin' on the block like the neighborhood pastor

thinkin' you the shit 'til your ass get clapped up

'cause it really don't matter

turned up to the max

i know my block got my back

if a nigga talkin' foul i'ma smack him with a stack

your bitch in the club dancin' so i smacked her on her ass

if you try me with that fuck shit i'ma come back with the mac