[Verse 1]
This is taken from "No Chorus, Pt. 10"
No Chorus, Pt. 10, finna cop a van
Pop a n*gga ass like a f*ckin' perc ten
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 motherf*ckin' mannequin
If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking?
Thirties all up, leave a f*ck n*gga 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
f*ck the b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 n*gga want me dead, I had to go'n get him
Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him
My money long n*gga
Yours small, mine tall, get your own n*gga
I was only fourteen beating grown n*ggas
Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long n*gga
Ain't no way that I'ma miss and hit the wrong n*gga
Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever
b*tch I keep the eagle, no feather
Shoot a n*gga just for the pleasure
n*gga better not play 'bout my cheddar
n*gga's ass better know better
Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta
b*tch I got them rounds like I'm Floyd Mayweather
Mayweather, b*tch I'm hot like May weather
Forty on my side like we go together
Y'all n*ggas broke and y'all hoes too
pus*y ass n*gga I expose you (that's on my mama)
She suck my di*k, 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 n*gga out his Lamb
2013 Lito, b*tch I go ham
I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps
We making moves and sh*t, my n*ggas be hitting licks
Shot a n*gga down just like a cigarette
If he on some business sh*t
Load the forty Glock up and go hit some sh*t
I swear we ain't missing sh*t
I would never ever f*ck on a groupie b*tch
Unless she give benefits
[Verse 2]
From "No Chorus, Pt. 11" on his 2018 mixtape SIMI
Yeah b*tch, this No Chorus, Pt. 11 (Part 11)
Draw down with the gun like it's double-oh-seven (rrah, baow)
Twirl a n*gga, no baton, but I'll use it as a weapon (get back)
Worrisome b*tch up on my line, don't stomp the yard, b*tch get to steppin' (to steppin')
n*gga playin', get jumped (get jumped)
Crank a n*gga like the lumps (lumps)
Headshot him with the pump (rrah)
Now his brains gone (boom boom boom)
Ayy I'll smack a n*gga if he say my name wrong (say my name wrong)
I can't trust these n*ggas, they be singin', call 'em Trey Songz (yeah yeah yeah)
Ayy, do you want to take a ride with me? (a ride with me?)
All I mean, chopper on the side of me (raow raow raow raow)
Ayy I stand for the block, it's like a tribe to me (word)
And I'll never switch up 'cause that's the pride in me (that's on my mama)
Hey, all we do is rob
Catch an opp late night, bust him at his car (car)
'Cause I caught him at the red light (the red light)
Ayy come hit the headlight (the headlight)
Them n*ggas they scared, right? (they scared)
Fell in love with the forty, we some newlyweds right? (yeah we married)
Aw, no, they don't get it though (no no)
On my Chris Brown sh*t, my money stackin' wall to wall (wall to wall)
When I went to school, made the team, but I ain't play the ball (never played it)
Man I act a fool with them things, I up and spray at y'all (boom)
BlocBoy be the f*ckin' player (player)
If you with me, put your f*ckin' hands in the air (in the air)
I'ma shock the world but I ain't ever use a taser (use a taser)
You was the V, now you're G, boy you traitor (twist up, ayy)
I'ma pull off in the 'Vette (skrrt, skrrt)
My n*gga my left hand, but he on the right with the TEC (skrrt)
Dump at your car, leave it wet (huh?)
You was so scared that you f*cked around and had a wreck
BlocBoy the preacher, you blessed (blessed)
I was in school with the work in my desk (the desk)
I had the tabs and the perc for the less (what you want?)
Sell me too much then your ass will get stretched (I need all that)
Get down, yeah you know the MO (the MO)
My money long like a limo (limo), your sh*t short like demos (huh)
My pockets fat like a hippo, forty on my hip though (yeah yeah yeah)
Hit the club, shot six fours, no lie it was lit though (lit, lit, lit)
Ayy, yeah it's time for everybody to rock with me (rock with me)
If you think that you gon' kill me, you gon' lay down and drop with me (die ho)
Sayin' BlocBoy is a ho, that's like sayin' the cops with me (the cops with me)
Twenty-five for a bow, ayy lil n*gga come shop with me (shop with me)
Get your money up (b*tch)
We don't do no leg shots, we shoot the stomach up (the stomach up)
And we gon' bend your b*tch down until her tummy tuck (until her tummy tuck)
Cuz put the tommy up (put that down cuz)
We Bloc Nation, everybody know we keep them guns with us (duh)