letra de blocklist (feat. meeziexo) [prod. w9vkk!] - dtay59
[chorus]
yah, huh i had told these n-ggas, rock beat paper (pop out trim)
n-gga gon’ pop out trim, brand new taper
ride wit’ that .30 pop out like a laker
young n-gga wan’t bag but he can’t beat the banker
i had called up meeziexo let’s go make a banger
i f-cked that bit’ one time i’ll see you later
you f-ck with my music you not a real hater
yah, wock gon’ pour my cup
hm yah, you got me f-cked
these n-ggas keep telling just shut the f-ck up
just roll up this joint, i got drank in my cup
birthday bash i blow that b-tch up
why these hoes trynna cuff i can’t let em’ f-ck us
rob his ass for a .5 yeah we mask the f-ck up
when she at it again, we let that b-tch suck
[verse 1]
huh, n-gga ion f-ck wit no cash
all thеse n-ggas backdoor all these n-ggas stab backs
n-gga trynna gеt popped we gon hit the dreadhead
bought a brand new glock hit him where is head at
n-gga, you want a bbl yo ass g-y
he can’t even step wit us lil n-gga you might have to go in and step yo own way
[verse 2: meeziexo]
we run up that boy we poppin’ his face
and i got cash we hitting the bag
she got a fat ass that b-tch finna shake
n-ggas be talking on meez until i pull up and hit these n-ggas wit’ a k
and n-ggas be hating on me until i go make a lil’ diss
for real until i go f-ck on yo b-tch 2 b-tches wan’ f-ck on me suck on my d-ck
she all for the drugs she wanna get lit yo b-tch is a hoe lil’ n-gga just stop it
i fly wit’ yo hoe she wanna be part of my life club she wanna come f-ck with the gang
ya’ll n-ggas really be lame you n-ggas be b-tch you n-ggas can’t f-ck with the saints
they ass can’t do hit that n-gga yuh, we is the vengeful saints-
[chorus]
yah, huh i had told these n-ggas, rock beat paper (pop out trim)
n-gga gon’ pop out trim, brand new taper
ride wit’ that .30 pop out like a laker
young n-gga wan’t bag but he can’t beat the banker
i had called up meeziexo let’s go make a banger
i f-cked that bit’ one time i’ll see you later
you f-ck with my music you not a real hater
yah, wock gon’ pour my cup
hm yah, you got me f-cked
these n-ggas keep telling just shut the f-ck up
just roll up this joint, i got drank in my cup
birthday bash i blow that b-tch up
why these hoes trynna cuff i can’t let em’ f-ck us
rob his ass for a .5 yeah we mask the f-ck up
when she at it again, we let that b-tch suck-
[verse 3]
huh, 5% tinted window in the night
we pop out trim we can getchu right
young n-gga real trim purple jean tight
young n-gga sound weird cause he don’t got no mic
[verse 4: meeziexo]
that n-gga a dog but he got no d-mn bite
that n-gga a b-tch he cannot go fight
we pull up with sticks we pull up all night
you n-ggas be dumb and you n-ggas not nice
you n-ggas all dumb and you n-ggas all weird
when i’m in milwaukee they fearing the deer
and i’m way too high i can’t even go steer
yo b-tch too fly she coming in here
the nih’ got hit know his family scared
n-gga a b-tch he not even here
yuh, b-tch, we is the vengeful saints
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