Hit The Block

[Intro]

Uhm-hmmm

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(We got London on the track)

Hahaha, oh I like this one London

This one go hard, I'm finna fuck this one up

Nah I'ma fuck this up like

[Chorus]

Remember I just blew my first mil (blew it)

Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (the newest)

Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (drank)

With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha (Keisha)

Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (whew)

Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (uh)

Pissed off, I can't make a number or a shot (fuck)

Fuck it, I ain't shoot no more, I'm bout to hit the block

Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 1]

Dime a dozen

Ride with me, you will get a lot of it (you will)

Pride of my son, he'll ride with me junior

Size 'em up, got to show 'em who the biggest (who-who)

Shot the perp coming on my fucking pivot

Straight 8 truck used to drive a Civic (skrt)

Want a whole 8 ball? Give me a minute (hold on wait)

You gon' fall face first, it's all in your feelings (bitch)

Got my first baby when I was 14 (Quay)

I know this sound crazy but I don't drink

I told my lady to satisfy me

Cause baby you gon' fuck around and lose me (I'm telling you)

[Chorus]

Remember I just blew my first mil (what)

Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (hey)

Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter

With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha

Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost

Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot

Pissed off, I can't make a number or a shot

Fuck it, I ain't shoot no more, I'm bout to hit the block

Hit the block late, hit the block

[Verse 2]

Ain't got common sense (no)

You know I ride with them niggas that will die for me (know that)

Homicide if you fucking with my benefits (go on top)

But you tried if you thinking I'm not with the shits (you gon drop)

No pot, I used shit and piss on the concrete bricks

.45 tucked on the side of me just in case she bitch

Multiplied if you thought Dae Dae would be crease (the fuck?)

Wonder why R&B, yeah I'm listening to Lucci (Lucci)

And my motherfucking feelings (God damn)

Over there in them trenches, yeah

I'm not Haitian like (?)

Oh Lord I did it, yeah

I can't believe it, I just

[Chorus]

Remember I just blew my first mil (damn)

Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (sheesh)

Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (how the hell?)

With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha

Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (turn up)

Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (yeah)

Pissed off, I can't make a number or a shot (yeah)

Fuck it, I ain't shoot no more, I'm bout to hit the block

Hit the block late, hit the block

[Outro]

Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah

Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah

Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah

Hit the block late, hit the block