歌词
作词 : Dashawn Robertson/Tom Brammer
作曲 : Dashawn Robertson/Tom Brammer
Aye, aye, aye (nigga)
Aye, aye, aye
catch me on the block, block, baby block
Baby what
catch me on the block, block baby (nigga)
.32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
.32 shot Glock baby (Glock baby)
catch me on the block, block, baby block
Baby what
catch me on the block, block baby (nigga)
.32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
.32 shot Glock baby (Glock baby)
Bad ass kid with a race with the street light
Brand new fit got a Glock with a G knife
Free white tee with a crip pair of Levi
Real ass crip, I'll never ever be slime
Fake ass bitch, she'll never ever be mine
Cut the hoe off, we don't love these felines
No conversation, he ain't got a stick
If he scared for later, I'ma shoot mine quick
Big .45 push through a bitch's shit
Focus on the money, we ain't beefin bout a bitch
I'm a block baby with a six
I'm a cheat code bitch, I'ma glitch
Throw me in the game and I'm bound to get rich
Bitch turn hoe, say why them bitches switch
So many times a bitch coulda been a lick
I'ma wet a bitch up, leave his whole body drenched
catch me on the block, block, baby block
Baby what
catch me on the block, block baby (nigga)
.32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
.32 shot Glock baby (Glock baby)
catch me on the block, block, baby block
Baby what
catch me on the block, block baby (nigga)
.32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
.32 shot Glock baby (Glock baby)
Walk in the party, I just bought a stick
Got a new Glock to go with my new fit
Niggas keep talking I'm shooting this shit
**** a post up, my bitch comin' right quick
My niggas gon jam a Jay special quick
Niggas keep talking, we cold with them glicks
Roll, roll, roll
Roll down the street
Got me a choppa and a .223
Effin' is coming they blowin his feed
No blowin his head cause I'm aimin for teeth
Bitch, what's up, I'm gon aim for the cheeks (Ooh, bitch smoke, aye
Big dog smoke and I got it in the back
Brother told me go get me a rat
So I went and got a pack and I made it right back
Had to make this shit double, 'cause I got it like that
I got the shit in the kitchen
My niggas still wanna get millions (aye)
They see a young bitch gon make it
So they feelin like they can go get it
My brotha in the grind, bitches skeleton and bones
And my uncle doing life, he ain't never comin' home
This shit really crazy cause I feel 'em get the stone
And these bitches don't know cause my mind really gone (Ooh)