Lyrics:
you better bust on
Aye, you better not freeze when we clutch up
Lil' nigga, you is not that, put your gun up
Talking real tough on the net, now he
Lil Wayne]
I could never win an Oscar 'cause I don't know how to act
So on my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act
Then the second million
[Hook by Blam]
This is sumtn' 4 urrbody get yo' hands up
On the grind, money on yo' mind get yo' grands up
If you on top getting hella guap stand up
caught a murder case
Runnin' with the robbers, man I know we upped the murder rates
I was sittin' in jail when Lil' Man got shot in his face
Damn that
first
You gotta stack that lil' shit 'til it
Add up to a lot of shit
Bitch keep callin' while I'm
Out tryna catch plays
I’m finna block this bitch
feeling great
Oh yeah by the way I can't feel my face
Uh like Santana Lil Wayne off the fossil drank
Double the *Ching* and the problems what the fuck you
on Coleman with the killers robbers crackheads and the villains
He ain't did nothing to nobody that lil boy is a civilian
Money drugs and murder all I know
off a jack losing dome for a buck
I had to get in where I fit in
An really I ain't fit in
As adolescence teacha said that I was different
Done got a lil
a hundred of
Buffalo bills
No breaks no stop signs
Pay attention don't cross the line
Make cake like Duncan Hines
Lil Wayne
Money on my mind
Respect money
I
[Lil Wayne]
Holla at me nigga you know it be Weezy "The Don"
I murder easy but hard to kill like Steven Segal
Its paper, pussy, and pistols â?? pass
her coochie (hold up)
And I feel like Lil Tunechi (homixide)
Spit like Lil Wayne, Young Weezy (what, homicide)
Pull up to the Stu it's Lil EZ (what,
vibrate, we could migrate to a new state by the hillside
Prolly reside somewhere uptown when I touchdown hear the trunk sound like a drum line
Too fly for my
than high then I achieve it y'all
Wayne said tha block is hot, I ain't believe it y'all
My town's a goldmine, I ain't wanna leave it y'all
Where I'm
N***** speakin' on me and these n***** ain't even got a name
On top of my game
I love rockin' black, I swear I go by the Bruce Wayne
N**** pop, you gon'
sprayed up
Got rid of the whole brick, and then we re-up
Sittin' in a money spot
Cookin' up the product
You tried to infiltrate the shop
You got shot up lil
Friend or foe, if or so, pick a lane
Lil' Wayne on my single now
Fucking hoes like I'm single now
Triggers close to my fingers now
But when the label
way, bodyguard by my biscuit
Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
I don't get writers block, I block other writers
Spittin' fire like if I
an Robbers
See that lil s**t Don't offend me
I got that lion up in me
I'm from the block where lil kin be
I know these lil n**a envy
I used to scrap up them
the midst of fiends
Yelling for me to stop, in Lil Wayne's world, The Block Is Hot
The irony, late nights cruising paranoid of bright lights
I should be my
seventy-five doing a buck in the Jeep
Fendi frames on bitch, cost a nickel a piece
Yeah I'm doing everything, them niggas wish they could hoe
I'm on the block by
a seat
How you sittin next to me?
(How you sittin next to me?)
I'm from a small town (Ayy)
Blocks they wouldn't walk down (Naw)
No drive-bys, we doin'
yours, get yours
Shootin' dice on length with a couple of G's
Dust off my knees, twist off my cap and breathe
Jump in the six-four, sittin' on D
Spit
like Lil Wayne
Revisin' the game like king James
The heads turnin like slim thug chain
I'm bangin' hooks like sugar Shane
I'm thowed off like Major
position's next
Sent a picture of her titties blowing up my texts
I looked at 'em and almost ran my front bumper into Corvette
Enthused by the touch
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