Block Lit lyrics

[Intro]
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Verse 1: Lil 50]
We come through with sticks, huh, ice up on my wrist, huh
They can't f*ck with us 'cause we put n*ggas on they sh*t, huh
Fast sh*t, I can't f*ck with her, she like my last b*tch (My last b*tch)
I live this life lavish (Lavish), ain't nothin' like the past tense (Past tense)
I know they couldn't last it (Last it), n*ggas, they be actin' (Actin')
They know I get active (Active), switchy, this b*tch blast quick (Blast quick)
Hop up on the E-way high as f*ck and go the fastest
Hope you don't think I'm lackin', I up and get to blastin' (Bah, bah)
Turned me to a demon, seen my brother in that casket (Brother in that casket)
Start sendin' n*ggas up and that's what turned me to a savage (Turned me to a savage)
Glock 23, it'll leave a n*gga mouth lit
You can't come nowhere tryna do sh*t, n*gga, this my sh*t (My sh*t)

[Chorus: Lil 50]
You know that you can't mob, b*tch (Mob, b*tch), you ain't tryna slide, b*tch (Slide, b*tch)
Pull up right beside 'em, drop that window, let that chop spit
Why you got a stick if you ain't tryna go and drop sh*t? (And drop sh*t)
Ain't drop a savage, then I guess you on some opp sh*t
We hop out, switch on the mopstick
All thirties on the Glock, b*tch (Glah, glah, glah)
They say we got the streets on hot sh*t (Streets on hot sh*t)
When I pull out, I leave the lot lit (I leave the lot lit)
[Verse 2: Hotboii]
Ayy, I leave your block lit (Block lit)
7.62s, .308s when we chop sh*t (Brraow, brraow, brraow)
Why you actin' gangster? You ain't never drop sh*t (You ain't never)
Can't nobody come and save you once you locked in (Nah, nah)
We hop out on feet, yeah
We don't gotta drop window, drop ski, it's easier
Opp n*ggas, call them popsicles, they be freezin' up
Swear to God ain't worried 'bout no b*tch, f*ck a skeezer
She know I only wanna f*ck, call her when I need her
In Miami with the heat
First n*gga to play gon' catch a tan on the beach, come on
And you know just how it be
Gucci sneaks, Cuban links, you can't mob with a Z

[Chorus: Lil 50]
You know that you can't mob, b*tch (Mob, b*tch), you ain't tryna slide, b*tch (Slide, b*tch)
Pull up right beside 'em, drop that window, let that chop spit
Why you got a stick if you ain't tryna go and drop sh*t? (And drop sh*t)
Ain't drop a savage, then I guess you on some opp sh*t
We hop out, switch on the mopstick
All thirties on the Glock, b*tch (Glah, glah, glah)
They say we got the streets on hot sh*t (Streets on hot sh*t)
When I pull out, I leave the lot lit (I leave the lot lit)