DJ Infamous, 2 Chainz, Jeezy - Dikembe lyrics

I got me more blocks than Dikembe

Fuck what you think
I fuck with them niggas thats
Sipping that drank and, smoking that loud
Getting so much money I should
Just live in a bank i whip it like Kinte
It might be a Benz day
I got me more blocks than Dikembe
I got me more blocks that Dikembe, ay okay

Did it for the summer, married to the game
Smoking marijuana
If you fucked my baby mama then
It's "Fuck my baby mama!"
I see death around the corner so I bust a Uey
You need popcorn for this movie
I've been a grown man since Juvie
Might spit on a nigga like a loogie
As a matter of fact
You gon' need a fat machine
Pockets so fat, I'ma need a racks machine
I said "Lord, have mercy, these hoes thirsty"
I'm riding around with my friday
Ho, not your ho, cause she's so thirsty
That old news, put it in the house
Put a code blue get on Pro Tools and ride a
Motherfucker like an old school
The bitches im with is so bad, she aye okay
I'm whipping that work into glass
This aye okay i'm getting that chips
Turning that shit into frito lay
She left the room
I told her she owe me like 6 to 8
Shitting me, better get your shit straight
Been had a million dollar
Made it off a mixtape

Fuck what you think
I fuck with them niggas thats
Sipping that drank and, smoking that loud
Getting so much money I should
Just live in a bank i whip it like Kinte
It might be a Benz day
I got me more blocks than Dikembe
I got me more blocks that Dikembe, ay okay

I live on the block with a two way
Came back with the doors up
Came back with so many blocks y'all
Fill the back of a whole truck
I don't know shit about these rappers
I do not live like these rappers, nah
You can call me the OT
I am the Original Trapper
See me sliding in, riding in something
Then you know the shit major
Talking about something so man
Something so fruity man
Nigga CJ might be gay
Nigga i've been grinding so long
Nigga hustling so long
Middle name might need to be paper
Gotta have a whole lot of blocks
Or a whole lot of M's
To live around here ask my neighbors, yeah
I am not talking about Fader when I
Say it came with a magazine
What he got in his ears
Fuck he got in his ears
Don't it look like some tangerines
Got a bitch out in Cali
More keys than a valet
Get to streching that shit, get
To whipping that shit
Type of nigga to make the block do ballet
Yeah

Fuck what you think
I fuck with them niggas thats
Sipping that drank and, smoking that loud
Getting so much money I should
Just live in a bank i whip it like Kinte
It might be a Benz day
I got me more blocks than Dikembe
I got me more blocks that Dikembe, ay okay