Block Life (feat. Big Block)

P$G Big Block (Huncho On The Beat Bitch) Aye I treat the trap like a math class I'm adding up all these mf integers Throw you a lil deal you a listener Scream "Fuck the system" won't make me a prisoner She lookin' pretty in missionary then I'm kissing her Hit from the back make it clap think I'm hittin her Smooth dude I ain't talm bout conditioner Security cameras surround my perimeter Aye I'm Mr. put that shit on and I'm Mr. up the lil score Mr. smoke a whole bow Mr. I'm with your hoe Fuck on that bitch she can go hit the door She on her knees feel like a freak onna floor Ain't no thief used to steal from the store Back when behavin' good was a chore Now I ran it up count up 'till my fingers sore Underground music 4 the ones stuck inna trenches Big baller Cartier lenses Hop out the hot boxed Lexus Fucked this lil shorty in Texas She wanna fuck like Alexis Coughin' so much while I smoke onnat gas 6 feet away because this shit infectious Almost fucked up the car I was swervin this bitch off the lean I was drivin it reckless Pray to the lord for my blessings Still fighting demons right now Ima get cross faded Foreign broad she naked Ella no habla inglés do I need to translate it Hit from the back cause I like how she shake it I'm gettin' super high, levitated Smoke onnat ganja, eyes Jamaican I get the money I can tell that you hate it I can tell that you hate it and I be fuckin' lil shorty you dating Pour up a 4 this shit got me sedated Ask for a sip of my lean got me jaded Finna tax you, pussy uh Slap you like Will with the Smith I ain't Jaden I got the .40 on me Ronald Reagan Fuck all the pigs im a wolf eating bacon WSG Black RIP Slidin' round town searching been lookin' for action Block life laced up in all white posted up all night catch a play like Phil Jackson Me and Lil Wee was just broke inna kitchen been thinkin' bout bitches looked up and we having it I just been battling crashin' Old school said shoot some goals you can't even imagine Extended clip filled up with hollow, uh Didn't want the bitch alley oop $antiago Tell this world when I'm early serving and late night pushing this dope through "Y'all Broke" Hot boxing the stolo with Gelato Real life Grand Theft Auto 3rd eye on the backdoor cause these niggas sneaky hoes . . . Aye I treat the trap like a math class I'm adding up all these mf integers Throw you a lil deal you a listener Scream "Fuck the system" won't make me a prisoner She lookin' pretty in missionary then I'm kissin' her Hit from the back make it clap think I'm hittin her Smooth dude I ain't talm bout conditioner Security cameras surround my perimeter Hol up, Aye