Block Party (On My Back) (feat. HuntMoBandz)

'Round the city blocks hot gotta keep it movin They put targets on his head and they ain' afraid to shoot 'em It's a ruthless lil' town that done got its share of Rugers It's an Indianapolis block party and they get to groovin Shoutout all the people who done lost a family member Ganstas playin' and they talkin' until one just ain' pretendin Little mass of lead Lead to massive repercussions They gon' blow some brains out, left him dead, and left him headless Should be thinkin' with his head instead he thinkin' with the blicky He ain' worried he convinced that they really ain gon' get him But they f-flip the script, now he poppin' pills in heaven They don' care about his head, they gon' send him where they send him But the cops is just like killers, could give a f*ck about a victim It's all about the money, keep it clean and keep the info Hit that move and send the ten-four, they all plottin' what's the issue? You ain' have a problem when the cops came fo' who dissed you Yeaaa, yea yea yea (It's an Indianapolis block party and they gon' get to groovin') Yeaaa, yea yea (Yea, yea, yea, yea) I'm with the gang, gang, gang til' the day that we die Why you pocket watchin' come and look wit yo eyes lil b- Run it back and rewind I'ma get it, get it, I'ma get what's mine I'ma get it and flip it and take yo bitch with me But if you ask bout her that ain' none of my business Man I hop out the whip and I call the alarm Grab me that duffle, 10k on my arm Round the city blocks hot gotta keep it movin They put targets on his head and they ain' afraid to shoot em (Uh) It's a ruthless lil' town that done got its share of Rugers (Yea, yea, let's go) It's an Indianapolis block party and they get to groovin (Yea, what, what else?) Jacko movin' hella birds and I ain' talking pigeons You ain' movin' shit my nigga you been onna pivot (Aye, you stuck, you stuck) Fuckin' all these brand new bitches ian' got no limit (Too much, too much) Ian been up inna stu lowkeys been a minute (Lowkey, lowkey) Ian freestyle inna while that's also been a minute (What I need) Ima get it once I get it we gon' all get it Shoutout Chapo, shoutout Chino them my last niggas (Uh, them my last) Niggas claim they throwin' bullets this ain' Madden nigga (Uh) And you cappin' nigga it's bout to be March we startin' madness nigga (And you cappin' nigga) Yea this is off of the top, yea I got it nigga (Yea I been with it) You been fuckin' with them thots that's a bad habit nigga (That's a bad one) I be smokin' all this pot also bad habits nigga (Another bad one, another bad one) Round the city blocks hot gotta keep it movin They put targets on his head and they ain' afraid to shoot em (Shoot it) It's a ruthless lil' town that done got its share of Rugers (Aye, aye) It's an Indianapolis block party and they get to groovin (We goin' crazy)