BlocBoy JB - Forgot About Bloc

These niggas be killin' me literally
Talk about beef, but gon' hide behind security
Since I was ten, my mama knew I was gangster (gangster)
My OG told me, "Keep one in the chamber" (chamber)
I find it odd, these niggas be hoes and act like they hard
How you a killer, but can't take the charge? (Charge)
Offensive foul, we don't shoot at crowds (baow, baow)
We walkin' 'em down (wow)
I can not fuck with niggas that ain't 'round ('round)
It's fuck 'em fuck nigga's out of bound (bound)
It could be a rainy day, I could make a play
And still flood the streets with them pounds
They forgot about Bloc
Bloc ride 'round with two hunnid some shots (grrah)
Slide on the opps, been creepin' blocks (opps)
They all got it easy with the bomb start
I done had fingers sore from shootin' Glocks (that's on my mama)
I can't roll enough for these opps (opp)
I can't puff enough of this weed (weed)
You can't post no more on my block (block)
I might focus up and just leave (leave)
Might just catch a brand new body (body)
Let me know the murder on me (on me)
I just copped a 12 gauge shotty
No Citgo, the pump is on me (boom)
Broke as a motherfucker, left 'em on E (E)
His bitch left with me and left him on read (read)
Rollin' three-fives until they free Red (free him)
When niggas start to die, these niggas get scared
Used to hide guns in mom dukes shed
Murder for hire, 'bout that bread (bread)
My bitch doin' fraud, got three EDDs
Said, "Baby, this Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy"
Yeah, my bitch doin' fraud, got three EDDs
Said, "Baby, this Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy"
Yeah, these niggas not hard, they lil' bitty boys
I swear that it's off with their head
Yeah, I know I'm a Crip, everything on me
I swear that this money is red
Yeah, Blood money, yeah, yeah, Blood money
Cuh money, yeah, yeah, got Cuh on it
Yeah, drugs on me, yeah, yeah, got drugs on me
Yeah, got these slugs on me, yeah, I got slugs on me

Written by:
James Lee Baker

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