Block 6

Run up the city

I keep me a knot

You fuck with the opps

Stop

Bitch

No rock on my clock

Since block 6

I keep me a ruger

With one in the head

I heard you runner

You not what you said

Dope in the pantry

Double up the bread

I don’t mean to brag

I got out the bed

They wanted me dead

I’m takin my meds

Don’t be movin too quick this a stick up

If you with what you claim throw yo shit up

I’m a boss in my hood need a Benz truck

When Benny comin light the weed up

Get treed up

I smoke one with mayo n it’s all to the face

Don’t get in my space

Lil bitch

I’m juggin you runnin in place,

Want me a space ship

Eatin cold shrimp with a blunt lit

Let’s do it

Really movin avoidin the bullshit

But when I’m in the club I’m on hood shit

I just me some strips n a dinner roll

Like grits on the stove bitch yo bubble low

I just got me a shout out from Harry o

Ima legend my city already know

While they look at her ass imma look at her toes

Run up the city

I keep me a knot

You fuck with the opps

Stop

Bitch

No rock on my clock

Since block 6

Glock switch

Need another round

Shots bitch

I could hear em now

If you ain’t with it I don’t need you round

Drop kick in the mosh pits

You Fuck with my homies

You really just ignorant

We don’t be playin we not with the silly shit

Why they all they wanna yell gang gang

When they know that they won’t do no thing

They homie hand out n they let him hang

What the fuck is you sayin

You fuck with the opps

Stop bitch

No rock on my clock

Since block 6

Stop bitch

You not shit

Watch this

It's west side YC till I die

I don’t wanna see my homie momma cry

My other boutta put a tear drop on his face cause he seen too many murders

N it got his heart cold he don’t ever cry

Why the fuck you always wanna say shit

Go

I think you should hop off of my dick

Hoe

I got me one rolled think I’m finna go smoke

I need me a bowl n I need me a ticket

Don't be ridin the fence what's yo side better pick it

Need a black belt for the way that I kick it

White boy trap Benny gotta get to my digits

We really was spinnin with no time to fidget

Run up the city

I keep me a knot

You fuck with the opps

Stop

Bitch

No rock on my clock

Since block 6

I keep me a ruger

With one in the head

I heard you runner

You not what you said

Dope in the pantry

I don’t mean to brag

I got out the bed

They wanted me dead

I’m takin my meds

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