soulja

blocboy jb

ayy man

shut the fuck up man

let me drop these motherfuckin' bars man

tay keith

fuck these niggas up

1996

mama gave birth to a soldier

hopped up off the porch

drive-bys in toyotas

crackin' shit

no soda

forties no corollas

if a nigga try me i'ma shoot like villanova

ran off on the plug

lil flip

game over

who the fuck that icy ass nigga in that rover?

i might snatch his chain

knock his brains

in a soda

took off worldwide

i got tired of being local

push you like a motor

still takin' shit from krogers

trappin' in the dover

trap-trappin' in the dover

bitch just hit my line

told-told her that it's over

bitch i only wanna fuck

should've listened what i told ya

i'm in the cell with nothin' to lose

send packs through the mail

i might fuck your boo

forty-three buggin'

crippin' out a cubbie

you dissin' the god

we gon' bust shots at you

they cover they eyes

let's play peek-a-boo

got too many hoes

let's play pick and choose

i got some hitters

call 'em scooby doo

i tell 'em to shoot

they gon' bust out the roof

crippin' too hard

ain't no turnin' cat

say you get money bitch

where it's at?

that ain't your money

bitch give it back

i get it and flip it and triple that

my dick on her titties

she nibble that

she swallowing kiddies

i'm higher than whitney

keep a bankroll

twenties and the fifties

fuck on your ho and dip up out the city

it's bloc

hah

hah

bitch it's bloc

hah

hah

i'm on the block

hah

hah

with the glock

hah

hah

yeah

word

word

word

wo-wo-wo-wo-word

yeah

blocboy

blocboy

blocboy

Full Lyrics: soulja - blocboy jb