BeatDownTheBlock lyrics

Yuh
Hit up the block and we fed ass 50
Shawty she Boujiee, Balenci and Fendi
I can’t stress bout a b*tch I’m high
No I don’t want a kiss I want top
Bend the corner then beat down the block
That ain’t my di*k, girl you grabbing my Glock
In the trap pushing Ps for the guap
Red and blue lights put that sh*t in your sock

Sipping wock out the double cup pour it up
It’s like 8 other guns but like 4 of us
He can’t hang with the gang n*gga throwing up
b*tch want to f*ck cause she see that I’m blowing up

At the show got that b*tch in my pocket
Finger itching I’m ready to pop it
One in the head so I don’t got to c*ck it
f*ck how you feeling I know that I’m c*cky
She keep seeing my face had to block me
My b*tch she clean but for me she get sloppy

They was sleeping on mе had to wake up
Bust on her face, I just mеssed up her makeup
n*ggas broke tell ‘em go get they pape up
Sipping on codeine I struggle to stay up
Yuh
Hit up the block and we fed ass 50
Shawty she Boujiee, Balenci and Fendi
I can’t stress bout a b*tch I’m high
No I don’t want a kiss I want top
Bend the corner then beat down the block
That ain’t my di*k, girl you grabbing my Glock
In the trap pushing Ps for the guap
Red and blue lights put that sh*t in your sock