YSR Gramz, BabyTron - Blocks 2 Feed lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[YSR Gramz, BabyTron - Blocks 2 Feed lyrics]
I got blocks to feed
Nigga, you a bag of Doritos
That is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a
Shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head nigga trip on beats like ODB
The reason why I go so hard
I got blocks to feed
Nigga, you a bag of Doritos
That is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a
Shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head nigga trip on beats like ODB
I'll treat a nigga like Craig, nigga
Go to sleep
LeBron James of the rap game, I'm the MVP
I'm the trapper of the year, I got ETD
We slap twenty bowls out this crib
Me and LBG i got some strong-ass weed but
It smell like feet
We just bought three more choppas
'cause we smell beef
I'm finna put my hood on
Like that nigga Keef nigga, watch that car
Who was that in that SUV? Black Forces on
I don't steal but I hang with thieves
Blew his ass down with FN
That nigga flew like leaves, ha ha
You know I'm going brazy
I remember I was a lil' nigga, we had a 380
This nigga in the crib fucked
Up watching three babies his BM mad as fuck
She thought she had a winner on her team
She thought she lucked up
The reason why I go so hard
I got blocks to feed
Nigga, you a bag of Doritos
That is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a
Shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head nigga trip on beats like ODB
The reason why I go so hard
I got blocks to feed
Nigga, you a bag of Doritos
That is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a
Shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head nigga trip on beats like ODB
ShittyBoyz
223s for every opp looking muscular
Coach ain't really see it but
I'm a motherfucking hustler
If that bitch give my BIN away
I'm Gucci stomping her feel like YN Jay
She can get her coochie touched in her
For a sixteen, I need a BIN, a good racky
With a whole gang full of burgers
Good Krabby Patty blew a freaky bitch
Fucked around and called me "swaggy daddy"
This a big-ass Glock
Fuck around and flash your daddy
Gramz got grams, I got jacks and the scams
Bitch, I'm feeling like The Purge
Hundred straps in that van
Unkie poured a on it
He been slapping off the tan
Off White addict, fucked her easy
That's that Off White magic
Spike walkers with the blood on them
I'm walking like a
Smack the shit out him, I thought he had it
Put some cheese on his head, man
My hitman bought a sandwich