Danny Block lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy (Brrt, brrt), once again
Steppin' on these n*ggas head man, (Steppin' on these b*tch-ass)
Gettin' in between these b*tches legs, man
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1]
What we doin'? (What we doin'?)
Ayy, steppin' on these n*ggas heads
Every day a new opp dead
Every day a different Glock
pus*y boy know how I play it
I hope this song right here don't get in the hands of the feds (Hope it don't get to the feds, man)
Ayy, I just got a brand new Glock
With a fifty and a switch (With a fifty and a switch)
I just popped one of my opps
I'm finna go do another hit (I'm finna go do another hit)
I don't givе a f*ck 'bout this money
I just bought foenem somе sticks (Bought foenem some sticks)
I just bought me a new watch
Without the sun, this b*tch gon' glisten (Bling, bling)
Please, name another rapper that did more drills than me (Who did more drills than me)
Anytime I poked a n*gga when I was broke it was ten at least (It was ten at least)
Popped up at his spot like, "What you say? Haha, remember me?"
My opps think they ridin' slick, I see you boys in that Jeep (I see you boys in that Jeep)
And it ain't no SRT (Nah)
Man, I know where b*tches sleep (Ayy)
If I was grimy-slimy, I woulda put your baby on a tee (Put your baby on a tee)
But it really ain't that deep (It ain't deep)
You ain't did sh*t to me
Just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin' to the streets
[Chorus]
And we still trap on Danny block (Trap on Danny block)
Ayy, how you block a n*gga in but don't jump out the car?
Soon as we pull up, we gon' jump out the car (Jump out the car)
n*gga, let's go Glock for Glock (Glock for Glock)
b*tch, we could go shot for shot (Shot for shot, bah, bah)
Only thing I ain't doing is bar for bar

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I want you n*ggas head (Head, head, head)
Boy, I want you n*ggas top
b*tches going crazy on Wabash and I hop out the car
Chains on, bet nobody reach, he gon' be off the Wock'
Freaky hoes on top the car, I ain't heard not naan shot
Might just hit the e-way in my striker
Let me find some hoes f*ckin' with n*ggas that don't like us
n*ggas beef with us, they wanna call us and type us (They type us)
Man, what type of
Ayy, n*ggas is this?
I got signed years ago but b*tch I'm still rich
I just copped the AP and a Carti' and I'm still rich
I just copped four cars, forgot I bought 'em, man, I'm real rich
I just took two losses, told my mama I don't feel sick
Ayy, ayy, I'm a real-life threat
Smoked a lot of n*ggas in the city, they still don't know who did that (Still don't know who did that)
He was f*ckin' with the opps, he ain't wanna get out, so he got stretched (Come here)
Other buddy was due 'cause and I could tell you what happened there
He was sneak dissin' to a b*tch
We caught him loafin' put it to his neck (Put it to his neck)
And I could say some names, but you know I can't show my hand (I won't show my hand)
If this song gets to the feds, b*tch, I'm still ain't gon' rat (Shh)
Still gon' post up on Danny block
Ain't a n*gga gon' come through there, ayy (Ayy)