Blokk Life lyrics

[Intro]
We got the smoke like D-day
I'an wanna be the one put his ass in the ash tray
Kilo with me, love the gun play
And he gotta do time cause that boy miss court date (Gang)
I'm in the trap cut just like the out call
He ain't gon' shoot the pistol, he a goof ball
I'm in this sh*t to deep, I ain't scared of y'all
I'm in a trap all day 'till the night fall
Won─

[Bridge]
Yeah, Spaz (T─Trap Daily)
Yeah, yeah, lil' Glokk
Oh yeah (Exclusive)
Cap or die, n*gga
Ye'en talm 'bout Glocks, ye'en talm 'bout nothin', n*gga (Oh yeah)
Ye'en talm 'bout sh*t n*gga, on God (Fah!)

[Chorus]
Block life just like padre
We gon' leave yo' ass dead gone just like DeAndre
See threw the b*tch like a X-ray
And yeah, he got popped cut his ass in the Breezeway
We got the smoke like D-day
I'an wanna be the one put his ass in the ash tray
Kilo with me, love the gun play
And he gotta do time cause that boy miss court date (Gang)
[Verse]
I'm in the trap cut just like the out call
He ain't gon' shoot the pistol, he a goof ball
I'm in this sh*t to deep, I ain't scared of y'all
I'm in a trap all day 'till the night fall
Wonton [?] put us down like the roll call
n*gga get back up the Glock like some overalls
I ain't gon' stop shooting sh*t 'till my pipe gone
Black out the pus*y n*gga like the cell wall
After I f*ck her, I hate her, I'm dead wrong
Trap land line, used to trap out the payphone
Rap take time, I ain't never had a real home
All my n*ggas in a box like cereal
Can't hang you don't even know your material
Ain't gotta like me, I know you gon' feel me though
Won't say a thing if a opp tryna kill me though
Crazy how I love, but the hoes don't get it though
In the jungle used to sleep in the ghetto
We shot the Glock five times sh*t made a echo
And f*ck the chain gang, gave my shoota a elbow
I gotta be the shooter, I ain't scared of y'all
Free Gen star he ain't fearin y'all
Keep me a rocket, I know they won't take me off
Caught his ass, put his ass down like we did [?]
I did the dash on the police went AWOL
[Chorus]
Block life just like padre
We gon' leave yo' ass dead gone just like DeAndre
See threw the b*tch like a X-ray
And yeah, he got popped cut his ass in the Breezeway
We got the smoke like D-day
I'an wanna be the one put his ass in the ash tray
Kilo with me, love the gun play
And he gotta do time cause that boy miss court date

[Outro]
Yeah (On God)
f*ck with he talm 'bout n*gga, huh (Trap Daily Exclusive)
Got Lil Tadoe with me, on God (b*tch)
Spaz, spaz, spaz