Adlibs

I be up all night thinking how we gon' get it
Young boy ran off on the plug for them digits
Ran off on the plug twice and we split it
Yeah I'ma get us out the hood in a minute
Yeah all my niggas from the hood, they with it
I get high like the crime rates in my city
Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic
Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic

Ay, who he? I don't know who that is
Nigga pushing weight like I bully fat kids
Heard your mixtape, boy it was average
Niggas best songs ain't fucking with my adlibs
I just want to count money, smoke jagged
Heard the boy moving funny, let him have it
Bad service, he could get static
Boy it only takes one call for the rachet
And that's only if a nigga don't have it
Pull up on your block right now, make action
Got this music shit popping and cracking
Got my whole block saying nigga keep rapping
Word to Block, I remember I ain't have shit
Now your thot saying I'm the main attraction
Now I'm hot, hoes tryna sneak back in
And the block hot but I sneak with a MAC-10
Block hot, they gon' creep if you lacking
I'm from the block, same block I was trapping
Fuck the cops, free Melo, he was stacking
Came from shoebox money in the mattress
I done made a couple bands by myself
Hit licks by myself, I don't need no help
I got bad hoes and my hoes top shelf
You smoking that trash, that's bad for your health
And I really ran off on the plug
If you talking 'bout drugs KD got the belt
And you boys ain't really from the hood
Leave you swimming in your blood, that boy Michael Phelps
But I need an I8, no Honda Civic
I don't do no blind dates, can't love no bitches
Where I'm from snitches getting way more than stitches
Young nigga, I'ma turn the rags into riches

I be up all night thinking how we gon' get it
Young boy ran off on the plug for them digits
Ran off on the plug twice and we split it
Yeah I'ma get us out the hood in a minute
Yeah all my niggas from the hood, they with it
I get high like the crime rates in my city
Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic
Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic

Ay, KD, Jay Critch hood favorite
Cops take me, best believe I don't say shit
Came from dirty dollar caps and them ranges
Jumped off the porch but I jumped off the pavement
I was probably with Laron in the basement
And with my niggas Swoop and 500 getting faded
I was probably hitting juggs 'til I made it
I could call Tango, you could get a facelift
I could call Four-Oh, you could lose your main bitch
Wrist like '04, we been on the same shit
RIP D-Block, we be on that gang shit
Ain't about the money then you speak another language

I be up all night thinking how we gon' get it
Young boy ran off on the plug for them digits
Ran off on the plug twice and we split it
Yeah I'ma get us out the hood in a minute
Yeah all my niggas from the hood, they with it
I get high like the crime rates in my city
Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic
Yeah I need an I8, no Honda Civic

Jay Critch, hood favorite
Nigga pushing weight like I bully fat kids
It was average
Fucking with my adlibs