BLOCK PARTY

Anybody cross that intersection getting T-boned.

Shorty OML talking to me in a sweet tone. She a messy eater, got my meat on her cheekbone.

We don't do cheap champagne, bust open the Clicquot. I can't sign that shit, add another zero.

My dog in the cut blasted up like a Latino. Tool on him like he work at Home Depot.

I'm a creature, I'm an animal, throw me on that G. O. , ayy.

My heart cold as Michigan, fifty in the trunk, 101 playing mini-me, ayy.

I'm just a real nigga with some discipline. If it's up to me, pops won't never touch a brick again, ayy.

How can I call you my brother? I know a set of twins who don't even trust each other, damn.

I never put my faith in no man 'cause I'm God body.

Hate a hoe playing on my phone, join the block party.

Gas, brake, dip type shit.

Take a flight, spend like ten on my bitch. I ain't even flexing, I'm just saying what it is.

Ayy, brake, ayy, dip, ayy, gas, uh. Gotta keep a cutter for the snakes in the grass.

Niggas switching up, but I'm seeing through the mask.

Three-twelve in the load in case I -gotta do the dash.

-When the pimps in the crib, ma, they throwing ass in the kitchen making TikToks.

Staring at the stones in my money flip-flops. I can't take her serious, she a big bop.

We don't pill pop, we just pop bands. When I say this, I ain't talking about the dance.

Squabble up, let's really see if you got hands.

I'm in control, got the power and the plan, niggas fail to understand. I can't fall for no sob story, that's how you get blocked, shorty.

Niggas drop dimes, I go in the store and drop forty.

Think they need to call Maury, bitch, I'm not the father.

Don't hit me if you need to hold nothing, that's on mamas. They can't even hold up their end of the bargain.

I ain't never taking niggas for their word again. Rather die from a dirty bullet than a dirty bitch.

I'm in love with these eight figures I've been flirting with.

I'm in love with these eight figures I've been flirting with.

Niggas thought they seen the best of me, but they ain't seen shit.

2026, they won't be able to reach hit.

Join the block party.

-Sheesh, Brian Kid, shit go way back.

-This ain't no pat on the back, I stole a program, won a Grammy off cracks.

Dirty like crack plugins, T-Money with the pack, he just got buzzed in.

Told that little bitch run it in, Dom K with me, got a friend for a friend. I'ma spend what I spend, back with the dogs, going Benz on

Benz. Fuck you on Rolls on Rolls, 2026, better up your goals.

See them boys come through the dark at night, treat it like fishing, better up your pole.

Devil in the details, up your soul. Cutter on me, I can't cut shit close.

We dominating, go ninety-eight, Shaq in the post.

Call the mortuary, tell them pick up all my old homies, 'cause they really dead to me.

Please don't call my phone, goldie. Block so many hoes, I should hit the field, I'm like a goalie.

I'm right at the crib with a skeezy hoe, she blowing on me.

Cake in my pockets, I kick back and pop it.

And I know they sick for it , 'cause -they couldn't stop shit. -They couldn't stop shit.

Yeah, they can't stop shit.

They couldn't stop shit. They can't stop shit. Sheesh!