Blocka

[Verse 1: Jon Bowser] So what ya girl got a degree Take her down South have her cooking grits for me Shawty on key, wanna hang with a G Caught her, hangin outside of DC And Jon don't play with no boppas Call me Lil Daddy guess she lookin' for a papa I ain't that awful Break it off, and tell her it's not her Say you real, I seen trilla No fur, ice round the neck be the chinchilla Hit a scene, become a cold killa Sorry I just can't feel ya Got bands, only right I beat blocks and blow stacks Show no mercy, I ain't heard of truce Say you buzzin', I ain't heard of you You wit ya boo, I'm in the booth Pointless with pestering Please tell me how you getting money, but a pedestrian You less than, less than a man Don't deserve a pound wit my bizness hand I'll do what you can't, just do what ya can I'll pop in the streets, keep poppin them zans Hook ...As I stand in the valley of death (x4) [Verse 2: Jon Bowser] Diamonds on the wrist got birds askin if they real or not Stop tweetin' chick...we verified Child of destiny...no handholdin' Let me be(Be), you background so keep it rollin(Rowland) Rolled eyes and tough talk Can't hurt me Play it cool or you can murked, no mercy Out of order ya set wrong Ya bug get stepped on Check the stats, I was cakin' when I met the stacks Trust me, I'm far from soldier They mad I nailed it Now they wanna screw me over Will have a mill for every ex ya got Shine hard mane got the bezel hard to watch