Lyrics:
on a wheelie 12 o’clock (skirtt)
Aye Swerving in and out of traffic fuck the cops
Ya burn out at the light time to smoke it up
Gotta bad bitch the back ass fat
tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka
did you get? (New stick)
I say it's up, that mean it's stuck (I got a new stick)
Run out of bullets, you run out of luck (I got a new stick)
One in
they never graduated
Thought that shit a charade
Only thing on they mind that
Wasn't me was get laid then one day
They had a falling out on the block
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
(land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
You know parents are the same
No matter time nor place
They don't understand that us kids
Are going to make some mistakes
So to you, all the kids
Yes, I'm from S Block so please don't ask me where I grew up at
Stepping with my steppers three times giggin let that ruger clap
Niggas speaking down
Learning how to walk again
Maybe I just talk to talk
Old style, new kids
We just coming off the block
Maybe need some new friends
Maybe don't need
free when your brain's in prison?
I'm by myself but I'm still with the coalition
You don't make moves you're only just hoping and wishing
Criticize me
that my kids be a bigger me, they can't get rid of me
My diamonds be VVs (VVs)
They don't wan' see us on TV unless it's the news (the news)
I got
I'll give you something to talk about
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off
I don't shoot shit off dog I gun it down
Walk up on niggas
shells in a gauge on a shelf
I used to get punked and bullied on my block
'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (mom, mom)
I
[Verse 1]
Yo, yo forget the club
Today we play in the block
It's going down and it's blazing hot
Jeff pop the new CD turn tables joints
You just
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
For that same 50 bucks she got to do some new stuff
Whatever it takes to make you to take the dollars out
If you don't intervene then there's a day
Douglas out the car now
Uh, got the kids and the wife life
Uh, but can't wake up from the night life
Uh, I'm so scared of my demons
Uh, I go to sleep
a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock
by my name cause I get the F out and I leave them all R.E D
Got the word that he talking out loud and snitching on the gang so they they told me take
nigga
Now my neighbors coming out
Cause they could smell the scent of barbecue
Man, everybody's here
Even my pastor and my barber too
And then some lights
New York, 'cause niggas talk about goin out of state
Money got an eighth, comin' back, coppin' a lot of weight
Where's my plate nigga? I'm hungry too
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Short
But it ain't the summertime, baby
Yeah, sunglasses on
U B
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