Blockwork

[Intro] Like… like Hmm [Verse 1: RetcH] Free the bigga Well I’m forever in the wave (wave, wave) Going hard in my J’s Looping these bitches then fuck out they brains Gold wearing bitches getting fucked in their things Gold ass watch with the gold ass ring Looking like I just got hit with a check Nah mother fucker I just left the connect Copped in the morning, bagged it up till the evening 2000 pills they was gone in a weekend Young ‘Lo God, I be Polo to my penis Fogo de Chão, penne with assorted cheeses Jesus, we just hopped up on the scene and Like we was some new drugs, got these niggas fiending Police scheming, got me at the precinct Now I’m in the county jail chilling watching TV Laughing with the homies On the court balling See you when I see you I be out in the morning Called up my favorite bitch feeling kinda horny Left her in her sleep, made her wake up in the morning Back chasing this money Touch mine, that’s gunplay No MMG, but this SMG will rip through your fiend Now that’s R.I.P [Hook] Like Pour the liquor he dead nigga Replays in my head, nigga Hit the church and go confess my sins Lord forgive I’ll never do it again Left the cathedral Lit the refer Seen a bum, so I bought him pizza Told me, “thank you” Said, “it’s nothing” That last lick got you niggas stunting So I’m breaking bread with my Black folk Cause the homie told me I’m his last hope He said, “yo, forreal, just get us out the hood” So that’s what Ima do because I told him I would Because I’m a man of my word That’s all that I got Peace to my grandpa and peace to my pops Peace to my bitches and peace to my gwap Peace to my mother and peace to my block [Interlude] Hello? (Yo) Yo, what’s good, nigga? (What’s good man, what’s up man, got that blockwork?) Man you know we stay with that blockwork my nigga what you mean bruh? (Nahmean, like, I came short, I got five hundred) Everything or nothing, b, You, nigga, you still owe from the last time too and I ain’t even text you on that, matter fact, you said you got five hundred nigga, come through and bring that shit over here right now man (Nigga I’m saying, like, why you calling that shit, man?) [Verse 2: A.I.] Bitch you know I’m ‘bout that dough I’m smoking potent Got that Backwoods forward motion You can make it rain I told them bitches chill cause Ima make it snow I’m ‘bout my chicken bitch, I’m talking ‘bout that fettuccine And when you see me leaning bitch Just know that I be on road for the cash I checks niggas, ex-Pac shit Put a X on ‘em My yellow tape, I smoke good Then let that shit ventilate My dick on your dinner plate These fuck niggas they gonna hate Ain’t shit funny when you need dough You better hustle nigga, you need O’s Shout out to all of the bitches I sex BX to Jersey A.I. and young RetcH Money is money I get to the money You saving it nigga I’m blowing them checks All black cause I’m killing shit Slow mo cause I’m sippin’ I’m tatted up, got them Ray-Bans, all them all black Religions I talk slick like a [?] grease No [?] but I’m pimping I need two blunts and one double cup and a bad bitch That’s simple You pulling up in them Bentley’s And we all know that’s a rental Don’t trick nigga, you bitch nigga, just act sentimental [Hook] [Outro] Cause I’m a man of my word That’s all that I got Peace to my mother and peace to my block (Oh my God, you are doing the most, I’m about to hit an old lady in the street and shit. Alright, ready?) Yeah (Blackout Boys, the mafia, bitch)