Blow Da Block Down

First off you play with us we blow da block down Big spendin' young niggas all on the E way w the top down We run it Switchin' lanes got 220 on the dash Man we on it Poppin' tags on y'all ass if I was you I might just clone it Double back like I ain't got motion Treat that codeine like a potion Hit that bitch I swear to God that pussy feeling like I'm floatin' If you with me then that's a win No turning back this til the end I'm outta town and with the baddest drinkin' juice ain't talking gin One night you we can't be friends so many Ks sound like the klan Ima hustler I been stacking shit since I was prolly 10 We play for keeps we go go all in See red and blue chase in the fin I hit the gas go to another level beware for you get in (aye) Bitch this that gas it's reakin' out the car I wasn't 6 w sticks the chosen one just like a prophet boy Tell me what it is and what it ain't don't do no talking boy If i was you I wouldn't be tryna end just like a novel boy Flip that money up sit back and flip that bitch again Big bosses only at this table ain't got 50 can't get in I remember up on corrine rats would run across the den Look at us now can pull a million 5 and post it on the gram (All day) Pop that, pop that, pop that pussy I'm from outta town It was 4th and goal don't make us score and bring them choppas out Real ones with me ain't too hard to tell I bet they lay you down God forbid you touch one of my bruddas we gone fuckin clown F*ck a rumor ima drop some cash on that ass Put that bitch up in a suite and drop them racks on that ass Don't hate the player or this game bitch I'm attached to that bag I was a youngin with them racks that's why ion care about this cash Dropped a nickel on the pinky ring & lost it same night Called my jeweler ordered two went back to back I'll do it twice Members w me strapped up w that tool bitch I ain't gotta fight Why my bitch befriend the hoes I fucked with from my past life Pipe down you can't be mad ion care if I fucked up on yo sister If that's the case then pack your bags I hope the lord be witcha Pay your ties and your dues after that roll you a swisher Pour up like Moneybagg just me and you I'm talking keisha New whip just bought another one I just bought another gun LV gone run them numbers up I love em just like my mother's son My bitch want her tummy tucked Down bad on my last I took a risk and ran them numbers up (For real dawg) Shootin' all in the air lil bitch come pop that bitch again We got a million fuckin' glocks, mini draco's and f&ns Don't think you ever got one up we up the score and play to win Ima die bout my respect don't take the food then bite the hand What do you mean what is you saying Gone hit the mall soon as we land I might pay a bitch tuition don't ask why just cause I can Wrap the blues in rubber bands Mr Miyagi with them hands Don't hit my phone askin' bout such & such don't argue w the man Walk down in the club the freshest nigga lit up like the moon I go bar for bar w any rapper that's including tune Counting cash fucking bad bitches that's a perfect view Ask yourself in any situation what would Dubby do Lockdown, whole town, h-town, they wanna be him Went German, for my, motor, I'm talking BM No exes, stay in, Texas, might need a vegan I got it spend a check up every day like it's the weekend What's the other side f*ck the other side I'll forever ride For my dawgs we can light it up the 4 day of July Roll em' in a wood & ash it out & make his momma cry If its a problem I'm the problem solvers look me in the eye First off you play with us we blow da block down Big spendin' young niggas all on the E way w the top down We run it Switchin lanes got 220 on the dash Man we on it Poppin tags on y'all ass if I was you I might just clone it Double back like I ain't got motion Treat that codeine like a potion Hit that bitch I swear to God that pussy feeling like I'm floatin' If you with me then that's a win No turning this til the end I'm outta town and with the baddest drinking juice ain't talking gin