CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Block Lit
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
We come through with stick huh
Ice up on my wrist huh
They can't f**k with us, 'cause we put n***as on they sh*t huh
Fire sh*t, I can't f**k with us, she like my last b*t*h
I live this life lavish, ain't nothin' like the past tense
I know they couldn't last it
N***as they be actin', they know I get active
Switch it, this b*t*h blast quick
Hop up on the E way, I was f**kin' going the fastest
So if you don't think I'm lackin', I up and get to blastin'
Turned me to a demon, seen my brother in that casket
Start sendin' n***as up and that's what turned me to a savage
Glock 23, it'll leave a n***a [?]
You can't come no where, tryna do sh*t, n***a it's my sh*t
You know that you can't mob b*t*h, you ain't tryna slide b*t*h
Pull up right beside 'em drop that window, let that Chop spit
Why you got a stick? If you ain't tryna go and drop sh*t
Ain't droppin' savage, then I guess you on some opp sh*t
We hop out switch on the mopstick
All 30's on the Glock b*t*h
They say we got the streets on hot sh*t
When I pull up, I leave the block lit
I leave the block lit, 762's, 308's when we chop sh*t
Why you actin' gangster? You ain't ever drop sh*t
Can't nobody come and save you once you block lit
We hop out on feet yeah, we don't gotta drop window
[?], opp n***as caught up on popsicles, they be freezin' up
Swear to God, ain't worried 'bout no b*t*h, f**k a skeaser
She know I only wanna f**k, call her when I need her
In Miami with the heat
First n***a to play gon' catch a tan on the beach, come on
And you know just how it be, Gucci Sneaks, Cuban links, you came out with a Z
You know that you can't mob b*t*h, you ain't tryna slide b*t*h
Pull up right beside 'em drop that window, let that Chop spit
Why you got a stick? If you ain't tryna go and drop sh*t
Ain't droppin' savage, then I guess you on some opp sh*t
We hop out switch on the mopstick
All 30's on the Glock b*t*h
They say we got the streets on hot sh*t
When I pull up, I need a block lit
We come through with stick huh
Ice up on my wrist huh
They can't f**k with us, 'cause we put n***as on they sh*t huh
Fire sh*t, I can't f**k with us, she like my last b*t*h
I live this life lavish, ain't nothin' like the past tense
I know they couldn't last it
N***as they be actin', they know I get active
Switch it, this b*t*h blast quick
Hop up on the E way, I was f**kin' going the fastest
So if you don't think I'm lackin', I up and get to blastin'
Turned me to a demon, seen my brother in that casket
Start sendin' n***as up and that's what turned me to a savage
Glock 23, it'll leave a n***a [?]
You can't come no where, tryna do sh*t, n***a it's my sh*t
You know that you can't mob b*t*h, you ain't tryna slide b*t*h
Pull up right beside 'em drop that window, let that Chop spit
Why you got a stick? If you ain't tryna go and drop sh*t
Ain't droppin' savage, then I guess you on some opp sh*t
We hop out switch on the mopstick
All 30's on the Glock b*t*h
They say we got the streets on hot sh*t
When I pull up, I leave the block lit
I leave the block lit, 762's, 308's when we chop sh*t
Why you actin' gangster? You ain't ever drop sh*t
Can't nobody come and save you once you block lit
We hop out on feet yeah, we don't gotta drop window
[?], opp n***as caught up on popsicles, they be freezin' up
Swear to God, ain't worried 'bout no b*t*h, f**k a skeaser
She know I only wanna f**k, call her when I need her
In Miami with the heat
First n***a to play gon' catch a tan on the beach, come on
And you know just how it be, Gucci Sneaks, Cuban links, you came out with a Z
You know that you can't mob b*t*h, you ain't tryna slide b*t*h
Pull up right beside 'em drop that window, let that Chop spit
Why you got a stick? If you ain't tryna go and drop sh*t
Ain't droppin' savage, then I guess you on some opp sh*t
We hop out switch on the mopstick
All 30's on the Glock b*t*h
They say we got the streets on hot sh*t
When I pull up, I need a block lit
