CashOutJony & KevoDaPlug - Block Alert

(Aye close that door)
(Aight come on)
(Mistro, you did it again)
I'm on block alert, watching who ride past (Alert)
My lil brother swiping, told me his shit glass (Yeah)
He don't know I hit his bop so he might get a pass (He don't know)
Let my lil bitch tote the pipe for me, she quick to blast (Aye)
Yeah, (Yeah) I ain't thinking 'bout it, I just get right to it (Right to it)
Niggas so influenced, we can show ya how to do it (Camp Ca$h)
I'm dripped out, whole fit on airplane, bitch, I flew it
Yeah, I ain't think this shit would happen, I just knew it
Draw a play and switch it up on niggas like I'm Madden (Like I'm Madden, yeah)
Break it down in increments, then dish out like a fraction (Break it down)
Most these niggas ain't got motion, don't know why they capping (Nah)
Leaping over every obstacle, I'm bound to make it happen
Feel like I was born to fail but I just wanna ball (Let's ball)
They say no firearms allowed whenever I'm involved (Bitch)
I woke up like, let's spend a bag up at the fashion mall (Aye)
Really getting it on my own, ain't got no help at all (Uh uh)
I been way too humble, time to leave it on the floor (It's on)
10 missed calls'll have them
Knocking at your door (Aye)
We gon' lead 'em in
With a blind rope
Fuck her like a demon, she call me the goat (Yeah)
I'm on block alert, watching who ride past (Alert)
My lil brother swiping, told me his shit glass (Yeah)
He don't know I hit his bop so he might get a pass (He don't know)
Let my lil bitch tote the pipe for me, she quick to blast (Aye)
Yeah, (Yeah) I ain't thinking 'bout it, I just get right to it (Right to it)
Niggas so influenced, we can show ya how to do it (Camp Ca$h)
I'm dripped out, whole fit on airplane, bitch, I flew it
Yeah, I ain't think this shit would happen, I just knew it
Hopping off a Learjet
Talking 'bout she love me but, I ain't ever see her yet (What the fuck)
We ain't just gon' dunk that shit, we hanging on the rim (Slam dunks)
I'm flexing with these necklaces, I'm going to the gym (Bling, bling, bling)
I'm chilling with yo bitch she said, I'm higher than a junkie
I ain't talking 'bout me, I'm talking 'bout her (Yeah)
Now we got some matching furs, yeah, got his and hers
Yeah, we did it first (Woah)
Do these niggas the worst
Send 'em through the church in a hearse
Aye, we on block alert, yeah
And yo bitch on flock alert
Yeah, Shneb (Shnebby)
Let's go
We on block alert, we on block alert
Yeah, we on block alert, we on block alert
Aye, we on block alert, we on block alert
Yo bitch on flock alert, she on flock alert

Written by:
Jontel Hackett, Kevin Hackett Jr.

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