Spray The Block lyrics

by

100Band.


[Verse: YoungKD]
Been that n*gga since 94
Been that n*gga, still that n*gga if anyone wanna know
I’m popping like Chris n Weezy
She know popping on the floor
She know don’t nobody like I guess it’s turning her on
Living lavish, them b*tches avg don’t f*ck my vibe
Getting digits, the road to riches don’t talk while I drive
10 bananas I got gorillas who hongry? We eating
I got passion these n*ggas passive
We chef if it’s beef
We go nuts ain’t no pecan boy ima hell child
What is ball to you fall if yo n*ggas fell out
Yo b*tch do what i letter she check the mail now
Biggest fish in the sea guess I’m a whale now
I did the dash, f*ck it I’m speeding
I’ll do that sh*t again
Balling, Look at the handle I’ll go kyrie again
f*cking, blinded by money she told me leave it in
f*ck it, but I wore a rubber I hope it ain’t my kid
Damn it, paranoid I been ducking the feds
Smoking weed it feel like my meds
I’m the type to have ya bike and buy you peds
I can’t let em earn stripes off one of our heads
To the grave and on to heaven or hell it don’t matter
If I told em that I got em just know that I got em
The Only fork in the road gone be a Maserati
They say I’m the talk of the town but ion talk about it

[Bridge: YoungKD]
100Band. the gang, thats on the gang
And thats the only gang

[Verse: YoungKD]
Rather get caught with that pistol than get caught lacking
No 21 age 14 I was savage
You can call me Philippe I just bought a Patek
Wish a young n*gga would I just bought a cabin
b*tches calling me daddy
Soon as I walk in the function i got it jumping like rabbits
I guess it’s just all these carrots
These hoes bugging I raid em
Ain’t giving out no more favors
You f*cking her but you paid her
But I’m just tryna stay up, live right
Vvs I got them purified, clean ice
Out here sipping on this balance beam
Lean right, lean left all up in my stir o foam
2 cups 2 hoes wanna cause they heard it’s good wanna know if it true
I’m a animal wilding guess I belong in a zoo
f*ck these n*ggas f*ck these hoes and I ain’t cuffing the swoop
n*ggas selling dreams im just making mine come true
And I got a lot to lose
And I got a mountain of proof
Chevy mounted 2's picked up a b*tch from Duluth
Keep the peace like the deuce
She wanna pour up a deuce
That pus*y sweeter than fruit
You know what I’m bout to do, yeah
b*tches dancing all my diamonds do the Ricky bobby
She wanna do me when she bored
Treat me like a hobby
Born and raised in 10 a key
S/O to Yo Gotti
All these n*ggas envy me so I know that I got it

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