Block

作词 : Dawin Polanco

作曲 : Dawin Polanco

When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,

I don’t get no writers block

Oh you thought that I was gon’ have one hit

I came back and got rich off some dumb shit

Sippin Jameson like it’s Sunkist

If you want the smoke I’m on my blunt shit

My b***h got more class than a student

Sitting next to her with a Cuban, aye

Got so much designer I hate choosing

But I killed the whole fit execution

And I got kicks, like I’m Bruce Lee

Got the stacks up, You got loose leaf

Never thirsty, b***h I’m juicy

In my new ghost, looking spooky

I’m defensive with my energy, don’t **** with me

I got b*****s tryna hang for the luxury

I got ex’s popping up they a dub to me

When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,

I don’t get no writers block

I been the go and I cannot stop

I could feed the block with my catalog

Can’t run out of bars it’s a marathon

I always delivery like I’m amazon

Shawty said I got her paradise

Took off her Chanel for my merchandise

Yeah she passed the vibe check, check, check

Ooo you know everything fresh, fresh, fresh

And I got kicks, like I’m Bruce Lee

Got the stacks up, You got loose leaf

Never thirsty, b***h I’m juicy

In my new ghost, looking spooky

I’m defensive with my energy, don’t **** with me

I got b*****s tryna hang for the luxury

I got ex’s popping up they a dub to me

When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,

I don’t get no writers block

I was tryna be more disciplined

Not be like the rest make a difference

Got played like a ****ing instrument

Truth is they just couldn’t handle something genuine

There’s a block in my heart that I can’t move

Gotta Blame it on the shit that I been through

There’s a block in my heart that I can’t move

It ain’t letting me love how I used to

Gave it all to these b*****s that I brought around

My mistake was thinking they would give the same amount

Fake shit , nothing but some fake shit , Oo

What I thought was special turned out to be basic

My sad phase lead to my bad ways

I been on this road before I had Waze

Still lost with the girl I got

When I start to catch feelings I been thinking I should hit em with the block

I been through a lot

I should hit em with the block

I been through a lot

I should hit em with the block

Cause I been through a lot, aye b***h

When I start to catch feelings I been thinking I should hit em with the Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the

Block, Block, Block, Block

Block, Block, Block, Block

Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,

I don’t get no writers block