Ocho Savage, Bo$$Barr - Block Boyz lyrics

BBG sq-Squad Squad
Gang let’s Get It

Block boys in the trap, rappin’ cookin’ crack
Squad gotta eat, so we sellin’ gas
On the road doin’ shows, music studios
Don’t trust nobody, friends turn to foes
Young nigga reckless, fuckin’ all these hoes
Just a young nigga, tryna get this dough
We was shootin’ niggas bout a week ago
I ain’t Bobby Shmurda but I’m rowdy though
Loading up the Tecs, ready for the opps
Pull down the window, make some bodies drop
If we got a problem slide through yo block
With them dirty clips and them dirty clocks
300 nights dealing with this shit
Grew up as a gangsta bro was a crip
Now I’m with my squad tryna get rich
705 301 shit

Let’s get it (Free Monte)


BBG (You already know how we rockin’)
Jerk Squad (Let’s get it)
Yuh (Gang 4x)
Block boy I don’t rap I just use my hands
We was on that block they know I'm that man
I was cookin’ movin’ in and out with bands
Spazzed on da beat I just went ham
Don't play with my money
Get you in that jam
Tryna play me had to take a stand
I way so loyal stayed with my manz
Dreamin’ bout $1400 dollar pants
My trapline ringing like I got spammed
300 nights hearing bullets like damn
Rex not making sense somebody call Sam
Young boy wasn’t raised with them bands
Lower class to middle class don't understand
How you can finesse somebody for them bands
Jumpin’ out of cars hoppin’ out of vans
We just tryna eat, block boys in the trap
I brought money runnin’ through
Them hunnit's bands
On da floor spend it like it's nothin’
Duck like Andre Drummond
Touchdown like I'm Russell
If it's money comin’ Ima have to run it
Hitta in the back tryna get a stack
Boy we not runts block boys inna trap
Boy we not runts block boys inna trap
Block boys in the trap, rappin’ cookin’ crack
Squad gotta eat, so we sellin’ gas
On the road doin’ shows, music studios
Don’t trust nobody, friends turn to foes
Young nigga reckless, fuckin’ all these hoes
Just a young nigga, tryna get this dough
We was shootin’ niggas bout a week ago
I ain’t Bobby Shmurda but I’m rowdy though
Loading up the Tecs, ready for the opps
Pull down the window, make some bodies drop
If we got a problem slide through yo block
With them dirty clips and them dirty clocks
300 nights dealing with this shit
Grew up as a gangsta bro was a crip
Now I’m with my squad tryna get rich
705 301 shit

I was in the streets runnin’ round wild
No fucks given wild ass child
Smokin’ good gas not black & mild
Niggas switchin’ up that is so foul
A lot of niggas don't want me to succeed
They see me winnin’ so they want me bleed
I don’t need friends I just got my bleed
Got you lil’ bro till the death of me
The block hot niggas run in the bando
Run up on yo manz just for the xans though
Pop a nigga top just like a can bro
Fuck 12 free my cousin Olando
Better watch it don't get hit with that Mac
He tried to run but the clips filled his back
If I don’t know you you can't come 2 my trap
All that purpin’ that'll get yo ass clapped
Got my bands up now I'm tryna rap
Told my youngins always keep them straps
It's wild niggas ready for you to lack
I'm tryna put 301 on the map
Got my bands up now I'm tryna rap
Told my youngins always keep them straps
It's wild niggas ready for you to lack
I'm tryna put 301 on the map
Block boys in the trap, rappin’ cookin’ crack
Squad gotta eat, so we sellin’ gas
On the road doin’ shows, music studios
Don’t trust nobody, friends turn to foes
Young nigga reckless, fuckin’ all these hoes
Just a young nigga, tryna get this dough
We was shootin’ niggas bout a week ago
I ain’t Bobby Shmurda but I’m rowdy though
Loading up the Tecs, ready for the opps
Pull down the window, make some bodies drop
If we got a problem slide through yo block
With them dirty clips and them dirty clocks
300 nights dealing with this shit
Grew up as a gangsta bro was a crip
Now I’m with my squad tryna get rich
705 301 shit