No Chorus Pt. 10 - BlocBoy JB

No Chorus, Pt.

10, finna cop a van

Pop a nigga ass like a fuckin' Perc' 10

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, O’Malley 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

Shop with me, shop 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 on some business 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