Jack'O - Block Party (On My Back) (feat. HuntMoBandz)

'Round the city blocks hot gotta keep it movin
They put targets on his head and they ain' afraid to shoot 'em
It's a ruthless lil' town that done got its share of Rugers
It's an Indianapolis block party and they get to groovin
Shoutout all the people who done lost a family member
Ganstas playin' and they talkin' until one just ain' pretendin
Little mass of lead
Lead to massive repercussions
They gon' blow some brains out, left him dead, and left him headless
Should be thinkin' with his head instead he thinkin' with the blicky
He ain' worried he convinced that they really ain gon' get him
But they f-flip the script, now he poppin' pills in heaven
They don' care about his head, they gon' send him where they send him
But the cops is just like killers, could give a fuck about a victim
It's all about the money, keep it clean and keep the info
Hit that move and send the ten-four, they all plottin' what's the issue?
You ain' have a problem when the cops came fo' who dissed you
Yeaaa, yea yea yea
(It's an Indianapolis block party and they gon' get to groovin')
Yeaaa, yea yea
(Yea, yea, yea, yea)
I'm with the gang, gang, gang til' the day that we die
Why you pocket watchin' come and look wit yo eyes lil b-
Run it back and rewind
I'ma get it, get it, I'ma get what's mine
I'ma get it and flip it and take yo bitch with me
But if you ask bout her that ain' none of my business
Man I hop out the whip and I call the alarm
Grab me that duffle, 10k on my arm
Round the city blocks hot gotta keep it movin
They put targets on his head and they ain' afraid to shoot em (Uh)
It's a ruthless lil' town that done got its share of Rugers (Yea, yea, let's go)
It's an Indianapolis block party and they get to groovin (Yea, what, what else?)
Jacko movin' hella birds and I ain' talking pigeons
You ain' movin' shit my nigga you been onna pivot (Aye, you stuck, you stuck)
Fuckin' all these brand new bitches ian' got no limit (Too much, too much)
Ian been up inna stu lowkeys been a minute (Lowkey, lowkey)
Ian freestyle inna while that's also been a minute (What I need)
Ima get it once I get it we gon' all get it
Shoutout Chapo, shoutout Chino them my last niggas (Uh, them my last)
Niggas claim they throwin' bullets this ain' Madden nigga (Uh)
And you cappin' nigga it's bout to be March we startin' madness nigga (And you cappin' nigga)
Yea this is off of the top, yea I got it nigga (Yea I been with it)
You been fuckin' with them thots that's a bad habit nigga (That's a bad one)
I be smokin' all this pot also bad habits nigga (Another bad one, another bad one)
Round the city blocks hot gotta keep it movin
They put targets on his head and they ain' afraid to shoot em (Shoot it)
It's a ruthless lil' town that done got its share of Rugers (Aye, aye)
It's an Indianapolis block party and they get to groovin (We goin' crazy)

Written by:
Jackson Gray, Mo Hunt

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