BlocBoy JB - No Chorus (Pt. 10) lyrics
[BlocBoy JB - No Chorus Pt. 10 lyrics]
No Chorus, Pt. 10, finna cop a van
Pop a nigga ass like a fuckin' perc tan
Hit him with the bag like I'm in the first dance
Thirty to his back, leave him gone with the wind
I'm gettin' head like a motherfuckin' mannequin
If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking?
Thirties all up, leave a fuck nigga vanishing
I hit him up, ain't gon' lie, it was challenging
Say he getting money but where it's at?
I'm the alley, I'm an alley cat
I'm in the jungle with lions and birds
To the left, that's how I like my hat (crip)
Freak hoes, I'm striking it
Beat 'em up, Mike Tyson it
Fuck the bitch, he ain't liking it
Made a post 'bout me, lost his life today
I'm 'bout to pull up
I'm driving fast, I thirtied the mag, you know what it's full of
He 'bout to crash 'cause I shot his ass before he could look up
That nigga shook up, brain got took up, names got looked up
Commissary, get your books up
What's wrong with him?
AR to his head, I'm 'bout to dome-split him
Heard a nigga want me dead, I had to go'n get him
Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him
My money long nigga
Yours small, mine tall, get your own nigga
I was only fourteen beating grown niggas
Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long nigga
Ain't no way that I'ma miss and hit the wrong nigga
Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever
Bitch I keep the eagle, no feather
Shoot a nigga just for the pleasure
Nigga better not play 'bout my cheddar
Nigga's ass better know better
Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta
Bitch I got them rounds like I'm Floyd Mayweather
Mayweather, bitch I'm hot like May weather
Forty on my side like we go together
Y'all niggas broke and y'all hoes too
Pussy ass nigga I expose you (that's on my mama)
She suck my dick, baby girl got no tooth
Connect with the plug like I'm wifi or bluetooth
I remember days when I had to wear Fubu
When you a nail everybody wanna screw you
Shot with me, shot with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery
I gotta kill him, on crip ain't no stopping me
He tried to play me like I was monopoly
Damn, damn, scratch a nigga out his Lamb
2013 Lito, bitch I go ham
I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps
We making moves and shit, my niggas be hitting licks
Shot a nigga down just like a cigarette
If he also bitch and shit
Load the forty Glock up and go hit some shit
I swear we ain't missing shit
I would never ever fuck on a groupie bitch
Unless she give benefits
Hold up, I think I fucked up on my ass, lyrics gotta go over
Then them niggas hating on me, pull up in that Rover
Fucked a bitch last night, only bought her a soda
Gang, and I'm up off in a Lamb, I pull up, whip through in a Lamb, yeah yeah yeah
Fuck on your bitch I go HAM, fuck on your bitch I go HAM, yeah yeah
Fuck her and tell her to scram, fuck her and tell her to scram, ayy, yeah
Green eggs and ham, ham
I'm tellin' ya, I'm tellin' ya man