BloccBoy (feat. Ynd Rich)
Spazz MG
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Bet they ain't tell you Rich kid a G like BloccBoy Just bought a FN Had to go bury that nine Taurus Post drip on my gram All the opp bitches gon hop on it Jump fresh out that can Went straight to the top on 'em How the fucc that's ya mans When he got popped you ain't slide for 'em How the fucc you my mans And you gon' work wit the opps on me Said you gon alley oop me Gon throw me off the backboard Told me to keep rappin' Be careful what you ask for I was sleeping on racks in a prison cell Do whatever for Tay cuz he didn't tell I was servin them mids on a Nextel When you shoot try and squeeze on a exhale I was sittin on racks tryna build it up Tell me what they want down for the Bentley truck I keep diving bacc in I can't get enough Guess how many I fit ina monkey nuts Took her ribs out and got a lil tummy tuck FN got my wrist Ona uppercut Baby loc hit that bitch wit the left hook Slow down thinking I might be ya next jux Nina Ross babygirl got the best looks Lotta paper I got me a textbook She keep talking I answer like that's good I'd kill cancer I swear it if I could Told my grandpa he made me a animal 223 hit ya top split ya cantaloupe Bought lil bro his first gun he a natural I was down in the slums I ain't have a hope They gon hang they self dry when you give 'em rope Do me wrong and then act like you didn't know Had my heart I got hit wit the low blow Should I off you or not it's so difficult I was sleeping on issues like is it worth it When I hop in this booth I'm like Mr. Perfect In this kitchen don't really need dish detergent I can't give that respect if u didn't earn it I was sittin on issues like wait it out Couple weeks and I'm goin to take him out On IG watching lives from a fake account Too much sauce ain't too much more to say about it Aye Big G's like BloccBoy Amiri jeans might cop more Double C's I'm a thot for 'em 400 degrees I'm a hot boy Heard he told He a cop boy Ion smoke no Za This pop tart (This gas) Took a couple them perkies Don't pop bars Got too many pints of the Wockhardt Ima sip this lean til my kidneys hurt Can't remember last night I was off them percs Can't fucc that hoe know she got dat work (Got dat work) Won't stop goin in 'til I'm innat hearse (Til I'm innat hearse) Rich kid don't cap Put the gang on my bacc YND we gon take off (Outta here, gone) Keep talkin that cap Only time you live that when a nigga hit space bar (Nigga be cappin) Heard you got cash Heard you get a lil bag Movin too fast Know lil bro gon crash Ahead of my class I perfected my craft (Outta here, gone) I just spent ya stash Amiri's on my ass Bet they ain't tell you Rich kid a G like BloccBoy Just bought a FN Had to go bury that nine Taurus Post drip on my gram All the opp bitches gon hop on it Jump fresh out that can Went straight to the top on 'em How the fucc that's ya mans When he got poop you ain't slide for 'em How the fucc you my mans And you gon work wit the opps on me Said you gon alley oop me Gon throw me off the backboard Told me to keep rappin' Be careful what you ask for
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