Uh, I'm back to the block, boy Fresh out the box, boy Brr, another knot, boy
fixture in the game a gritter in the paint i shine so the jeweler put the glitter in my name
You can catch me and my Seahawks fitted We don't fuck with fake niggas cause we authentic
Here, here, I do solemnly swear This bit the realest shit you niggas ever put in your ear Here, standing in the kitchen Dry cooking them pies up
I'm a D, dealer count digits.
We monsters, cookies in my sweet.
I'm really in the streets, pushing H, pulling 24s.
I ain't sleeping weak.
Pushing the hard line, my nigga here get deep Buffs over fame, hustled in the rain, fixture in the game Seven, six twos, knocking niggas brains All over the black top, all over them white blocks It's the K-Team Cop, heavier cop a squat
been a butter drop we getting dropped couple hundred bands before the plug even land these spots like the carters we getting money man pull up on the turf
Get whacked if you ain't familiar I fuck with real killers My niggas gon' will us
She a duck in the pen with my ham on me We choppin' daily, my nigga, I keep them bands on me
I'm back to the block, boy.
Fresh out the box, boy.
Another knock, boy.
Fixed her in the game.
A gritter in the paint.
I shine so the jeweler put the glitter in my name You can catch me in my Seahawks fitted
We don't fuck with fake niggas cause we authentic.
Yeah, yeah.
I do solemnly swear.
It's bit the realest shit you niggas ever put in your ear.
Yeah.
Can't call you bitch niggas.
Same with my hard dog.
I move like a smart car.
The block stuck like lockjaw.
Rattin' ass niggas might as well cop a cop car.
I shine bright like night stars.
Steady duck and vice law.
You get cooked, I get raw.
You niggas pups, we big dogs.
Been a corner, my nigga freeze.
My wrist bright like H.I.D.
Killing game like H.I.V.
M.Dot on many streets.
True religion, Christmas tea, by myself or with my chicks.
So you know I repped that six, nigga, send a shot from the six.
So I hit the case with a good lawyer, stack my cheese, get my grits.
Free my nigga T-Easy 2G my cutty crow I'm still here baggin' a blow Screamin' what they hearin' for Get your issue for the law My lil' nigga's wack as shit Shoot his ass a couple stacks
double back with that mac get your coke i get you black opf now that's some facts kilo gang i run with that
I'm back to the block, boy.
Fresh out the box, boy.
Another knot, boy.
Fixture in the game.
A gritter in the paint.
I shine so the jeweler put the glitter in my name.
You can catch me in my Seahawks fitted.
We don't fuck with fake niggas cause we authentic.
Yeah, yeah, I do solemnly swear to spit the realest shit you niggas ever put in your ear.
Yeah.
