Trippie Redd, Poundside Pop - From The Block lyrics

How I go to heaven? I committed sin (Sin)
We come from that block
We wasn't born to win (Gang)
I feel close to God in that Cullinan (Skrrt)
Fill my momma house with AK's and them F&Ns
Uh (Fah)
We gon' hunt the block (Fah, ah, ah)
Ayy, we come from the block
(Ayy, brrah, brrah, blah)
Ayy, we gon' hunt the block
(Ayy, blah, brrah, brrah)
Ayy, we come from the block
(Gang, woo, woo, woo) , brrah

Yeah, hundred round drum
Put a nigga in a coffin (Ayy, gang)
Shittin' on these niggas, baby girl
I do this often (yeah, do this often)
Shorty started talking that bullshit
That's when she lost me (yeah)
2500, Zoo Gang, yeah, I'm the boss
(yeah, yeah, yeah) , yeah
Gotta expose a pussy rapper if
You know he soft, yeah
Trippie, that's my nigga, you play
With brodie, that's gon' cost, yeah
(That's gon' cost)
I can get my nigga to go and kill your friend
(Go and kill your homie)
How I'm goin' to heaven? I committed sin
(Comitted sin)
I was in the zoo, dancin' with the jit's
Yeah (Dancin' with the jit's)
I don't need no friends, I just want the M's
Yeah i come from that block, I
Wasn't supposed to win, yeah
I been raisin' hell for all my dead friends
Yeah

How I go to heaven? I committed sin
(Sin, bitch) we come from that block
We wasn't born to win (Nigga, gang)
I feel close to God in that Cullinan
(Too fire, skrrt)
Fill my momma house with AK's and them F&Ns
Uh (Fah)
We gon' hunt the block (Fah, ah, ah)
Ayy, we come from the block
(Ayy, brrah, brrah, blah)
Ayy, we gon' hunt the block
(Ayy, blah, brrah, brrah)
Ayy, we come from the block
(Gang, blah, brrah, brrah) , brrah

(Phew, phew)
You know them bullets fly, 40 Glock
We can shoot it out, bitch, it's do or die
AP bustin', I got Rollie plain
Then I blew it down
Hop out Wraith, so much jewelry on
This just suicide
30 pokin', I get caught with that
(Phew) , then it's 2-5
Real member, I be with the guys
I'm like, "Who with slime?"
Hundred shooters, niggas soft ass taft
Draco chew 'em down
Catch him lackin, nigga think he hot
We gon' cool 'em down (Phew, phew, on God)
Bitch, I got gang with me
Don't fuck with lame niggas
Got draco on me, they ain't took no chain
Nigga fuck all this rap shit, used to sell
That work, I switched up lanes, nigga
I'm with gravediggers, from 1500
Bust your brain, nigga, uh

How I go to heaven? I committed sin
(Sin, Drank God) we come from that block
We wasn't born to win (Gang)
I feel close to God in that Cullinan (Skrrt)
Fill my momma house with AK's and them F&Ns
Uh (Fah)
We gon' hunt the block (Fah, ah, ah)
Ayy, we come from the block
(Ayy, brrah, brrah, blah)
Ayy, we gon' hunt the block
(Ayy, blah, brrah, brrah)
Ayy, we come from the block
(Gang, woo, woo, woo) , brrah