My Block

(album: Keys To The Streets - 2021)

It's 1500 on this .308 it came with a stand
A couple niggas in the pen, I hope I see 'em again
Had to boss up for that check, get that bag, then repeat
It's thirty in this clip, you lose yo top you think it's sweet

I stay sliding with them members, this time I picked up a soldier
Got the bags all in the Rover, hot as hell and plus it's stolen
Got my ice on in the steamer, high profile, I can't pull over
If I say it then I mean it, spit for real, I thought I told ya

Bitch, I'm cold with all that ice, all this yellow in my soda
Spent some time on that road, nothing but bowls in the Corolla
If they on us, do the dash, we can't let 'em pull us over

Bitch, we running to that bag, get in our way we run you over
Glocks and Moncler when it's cold, Draco, no shirt when it's hot
I might leave the house without my head before I leave the Glock (The Glock)
Yeah, this rap shit pay me good but this shit here come to a stop
Stand up guy until I die, never turn my back on my block

Never turn my back on my block
Nigga run up, wrong intentions, he gon' catch a 'lotta shots (On God)
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosing, shawty, I just want ya top

Never turn my back on my block
Nigga run up, wrong intentions, he gon' catch a 'lotta shots
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosing, shawty, I just want ya top

I highspeed from helicopters
My dead opps don't get a doctor (No doctor)
I put diamonds in my teeth so the same shit go for my watches
Get ya killed, over there in the garbage (The garbage)
I got yo ass with my profit
I be comfortable 'round them killers, bitch, them murders, bitch, them robbers

I can't tell you what she'll do for you but I know what she'll do for me
Spend a bag on my jewelry, too real, it ain't no fool in me
You know we ain't playing fair, choppa bullets at his top
No, we not shooting in the air, me and you cannot compare
Stupid diamonds in the bezel, watch them bitches glare
I like my bitches by the pair, you know we blowing on that Pluto, put that cookie in the air
Know some grizzlies out of Memphis, they attack just like some bears
Ran it up off clientele
She be popping her shit 'cause she can
It's nothing but shooters with the mob
Coming up didn't think I had the skills but look I made it far
Ma you made a star, look at what became of baby boy
Been jumped off the porch, didn't have a choice, now I got a voice

Bitch, I'm cold with all this ice, all this yellow in my soda
Spent some time on that road, nothing but bowls in the Corolla
If they on us, do the dash, we can't let 'em pull us over
Bitch, we running to that bag, get in our way, we run you over

Glocks and Moncler when it's cold, Draco, no shirt when it's hot
I might leave the house without my head before I leave the Glock (The Glock)
Yeah, this rap shit pay me good but this shit here come to a stop
Stand up guy until I die, never turn my back on my block

Never turn my back on my block
Nigga run up, wrong intentions, he gon' catch a 'lotta shots (On God)
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosing, shawty, I just want ya top

Never turn my back on my block
Nigga run up, wrong intentions, he gon' catch a 'lotta shots
Never turn my back on my Glock
Shawty seen me, got to choosing, shawty, I just want ya top