BlocBoy JB – No Chorus Pt. 13

BlocBoy JB – No Chorus Pt. 13

LYRICS

Ha, ha, ha
Wait, wait
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold on, choppa give ya mans a big scar like Frozone (Frozone)
I keep the heat but I might heat but I might put a coat on (coat on)
These niggas cowards, actors, Terrence Howard (whoa)
Whoop that trick, get my Hustle N Flow on (whoa)
I’m on the block with like two or three chops
If you riding with them, you get rode on (whait)
You pulled crime a with a another 69
If you riding with him, you get told on (that’s on my mama)
Bam stay with me I’ma flintstone
Safety, I got that sack in the end zone
God blessed a G, all the shit I done did wrong
From robbing to dumping at opps, make ’em get gone (rrrah)
Never gave a T-I-P just to go home
If you see me in the streets, nigga, you don’t know me
Caught ’em at the gas station in a old Caprice
Let some air up out his tire, thought he had a slow leak (zoom, zoom, zoom)
Bitch, I’m really from the streets, I ain’t talking concrete (uh)
I’m a raptor with a 23, Fred Vanvleet
Bullets hit him in the head, now his heart won’t beat
If I beef about a bitch I’ll be hard on me (on me, on me)
Walk down gang like my car on E
Still gon’ run when the police freeze
Niggas talking all dat gangsta shit (huh?)

Shots in his face, put him on the blog, nigga say, “Cheese”I didn’t walk ‘cross the stage
But in the hood I feel intelligent (intelligent)
I’ll never diss a nigga for relevance (relevance)
You want some smoke with the block, ain’t no settling (settling)
I smoke a blunt just to get in my element
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
My four pockets full, lil’ baby
Reach my for chain I might pull a DaBaby (get gone)
Cs in air yelling out who the greatest (Crip, Crip)
I’ma be banging this shit ’til I’m eighty (Crip)
Bitch, I’m the one like The Matrix (Matrix)
No, I’m not Gotti but back to basics (Gotti)
I threw a bullet at ’em but his mans caught it (got ’em)
Interception, I guess he a safety (let’s go)
I’ma put diamonds on all of my bracelets (bracelet)
Fly with my chopper, now that’s a dracation
Been in shootouts upon separate occasions
Been in shootouts upon separate occasions

Benjamin Franklin in my pocket he a racist
Shake a nigga down get naked (get naked)
He ain’t get in the pass hood, he ain’t good
We gon’ slime the nigga out, don’t say shit (don’t say shit, shh)
I done stay down for a long time
Can’t forget the times I was living in the basement (facts)
I just caught an opp at the stop sign
I ain’t leave nothin’ but the .23 cases (brrt)
YNC living and rest in peace Doo Doo Doo
I ain’t with that woopty-woo, ask Woo and Nell (facts)
I’m with the shit, yeah, they call me lil’ poopty scoot
Might shoot a man while he checking his mail (mail)
Roll up 35 ’til they come up the cell (cell)
Didn’t graduate, I was likely to fail (fail)
My neighborhood Crips, so they do it for ’em
No they never press 4, but they send him to fail
Yeah, huh, these niggas talking that shit but don’t be ’bout it
I hold 15 with a strap, bought a Peabody
Ma raised a Crip but my daddy a G ’bout it (Crip)
Thug in the Bay hit a lick, Will and T got it (Crip)
100 and 3rd, what’s the word? We can see ’bout it (Crip)
308 bullets can rip through like three houses (Crip, Crip, Crip)
Yeah, fuck you tallkin’ ’bout? (Crip, Crip, Crip)
Left that body on the couch (whoa)
Two shots, he breathing in and out
We got it low for just a quarter (quarter)
We fuck ’round kid and after daughter (daughter)
Every day I go across the border (facts)
Everything I do is for the culture (culture)
And you can’t find one of these guns
‘Cause I like everything custom

Tired of these motherfuckers, on my mama
Motherfuckers folding, motherfuckers got anaconda skin
Damn, sheesh, sheesh, sheesh

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Genre: Hip-Hop/Rap
Artist: BlocBoy JB
Songwriters: Brytavious Lakeith Chambers / James Baker

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