Block 6
Run up the city
I keep me a knot
You fuck with the opps
Stop
Bitch
No rock on my clock
Since block 6
I keep me a ruger
With one in the head
I heard you runner
You not what you said
Dope in the pantry
Double up the bread
I don’t mean to brag
I got out the bed
They wanted me dead
I’m takin my meds
Don’t be movin too quick this a stick up
If you with what you claim throw yo shit up
I’m a boss in my hood need a Benz truck
When Benny comin light the weed up
Get treed up
I smoke one with mayo n it’s all to the face
Don’t get in my space
Lil bitch
I’m juggin you runnin in place,
Want me a space ship
Eatin cold shrimp with a blunt lit
Let’s do it
Really movin avoidin the bullshit
But when I’m in the club I’m on hood shit
I just me some strips n a dinner roll
Like grits on the stove bitch yo bubble low
I just got me a shout out from Harry o
Ima legend my city already know
While they look at her ass imma look at her toes
Run up the city
I keep me a knot
You fuck with the opps
Stop
Bitch
No rock on my clock
Since block 6
Glock switch
Need another round
Shots bitch
I could hear em now
If you ain’t with it I don’t need you round
Drop kick in the mosh pits
You Fuck with my homies
You really just ignorant
We don’t be playin we not with the silly shit
Why they all they wanna yell gang gang
When they know that they won’t do no thing
They homie hand out n they let him hang
What the fuck is you sayin
You fuck with the opps
Stop bitch
No rock on my clock
Since block 6
Stop bitch
You not shit
Watch this
It's west side YC till I die
I don’t wanna see my homie momma cry
My other boutta put a tear drop on his face cause he seen too many murders
N it got his heart cold he don’t ever cry
Why the fuck you always wanna say shit
Go
I think you should hop off of my dick
Hoe
I got me one rolled think I’m finna go smoke
I need me a bowl n I need me a ticket
Don't be ridin the fence what's yo side better pick it
Need a black belt for the way that I kick it
White boy trap Benny gotta get to my digits
We really was spinnin with no time to fidget
Run up the city
I keep me a knot
You fuck with the opps
Stop
Bitch
No rock on my clock
Since block 6
I keep me a ruger
With one in the head
I heard you runner
You not what you said
Dope in the pantry
I don’t mean to brag
I got out the bed
They wanted me dead
I’m takin my meds
