Bloxk Vibes

(album: The Lost Tapes - 2021)

Hmm
(Good looking, Wuan)

Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here
Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it's up there
Niggas better be bool, ain't no fool, we can't take a chance
Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance
I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance
Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shaking ass
Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last
I'll teach that lil' pussy something, make him take a class

I'll pack Dior, huh, I'll blow it up
Skeet got an extra rifle automatic loaded up
He'll shoot a bullet through the wind, he be scoping shit up
Catch a nigga lacking, get it bracking, make him open up
They acting like they want some smoke, bitch, we keep rolling up
Flirt with your baby mama just to make her hold my gun
Grab that pussy with my left hand, you see this Rollie bust
Good rock in the air, name hold everywhere, you know it's us
Let me crank, let me fuck her from the front 'til it break
Don't do breaks, pop another RP and make it shake
If she fine, 69, I can't kiss it if it stank
Don't give fuck 'bout what you think, fresher than my uncle Frank
Twenty thousand on me in my bookbag, ain't out the bank
Hundred dollars for a pint of Act', so I been dranking
Huh, bend your bitch over, we gon' do the hanky-panky
We been shitting on the opps, they got an attitude, duh
I been getting too much money, why they mad at Skub?
Pussy nigga, you was getting money, I wasn't mad at you
Fuck a nigga sister, bend her over, make her grab her shoe
Do a bunch of freaky shit to that lil' monkey, still can't get nothing from me
We move them pills and 'bows, my niggas got it jumping
I was flirting with the opps' mama 'cause she got a thumper
Old bitch got to talking brazy, then we got to jumping
Go'n call your sons and they brothers, we gon' get to dumping, huh
We'll tear this bitch up, swear to God we will
I be with a bunch of young niggas that rob and kill
We the main reason all them niggas done died for real, yeah
We the main reason all them niggas keep dying still
I can't slide 'less my niggas them ride with steel
Least 'bout four five straps behind the wheel
Told 'em put a hundred on the bop, let me know it's real
Up my phone when I spin they block, you knew I'm on a drill, duh
How they tryna play it? Huh, I ain't gotta say it, huh
They put a body on his head, you know I gotta pay it, huh
Put a bag on his head, you know my niggas want it, huh
They strapped up and they pressing, all my niggas on it, uh

Gang almost left a nigga on the way up here
Niggas better be smooth with that TEC, they know it's up there
Niggas better be bool, ain't no fool, we can't take a chance
Nigga make a move, up a tool, yopper make him dance
I can take his boo in one move, Sada make her dance
Tidal wave, got her in the pool, now she shaking ass
Pop another Perc', one more, gotta make it last
I'll teach that lil' pussy something, make him take a class