Blak Suga lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck cops
f*ck cops (Ahaaa)
f*ck cops
f*ck cops
I’s the boy from the block (You know already)
f*ck cops
f*ck cops
(DATL4L)
(R.I.P 2Thou, R.I.P Pork)
f*ck cops
f*ck cops

[Chorus]
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n*gga have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n*gga have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
[Verse 1: Young Dinero]
I not the boss, but your boy don’t sleep
If a paper gon' flip, then your boy gon’ еat
You could maybe get it for the flat twеnty-six, racks
See a man dead for six, packs
Thirty eight revolver have five, shots
DA trap life to die for
Free all my n*ggas in the lajol
Saying that Dinero just too hot

One more bal
I not his friend, not his pal
The glocky is a fourty cal
When I up it, ti mal
He try to run, but he fall
Blicky la ka feh yo mal

Brrrp-brrrp
Two missed calls
Yayo got a half P in Trafalgar Falls

Brrrp-brrrp
Two missed calls
Yayo got a half P in Trafalgar Falls

[Chorus]
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n*gga have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n*gga have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
[Verse 2: Delly Boss]
You know I must cross when I come down with the ‘Coste
Paper coming in like a boss
Do the sign of the cross
You know she like how I floss
I'm a big stepper, of course
Dream big or get lost
Always gotta get that bread
Better watch out for the feds
n*ggas hate and pretend
That's why I ain't got no friends
They always switch up in the end, so I stick to my lane
I hate when my n*ggas in pain
R.I.P Pork, that's on gang
2Thou in my brain telling me to chase my dream
All I wanna do is win, get rich with my team

[Verse 3: Kxng Jxy]
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
R.I.P Benderz and Pork
Record when I f*ck
Call her Tik and I'm Tok
She said baby doe ask me, just take and doe talk
If it's up, then it's stuck
Broke out the Glock
And I call that sh*t daffy, that boy better duck
DATL on top
Hennesy in my cup, overflowing like blessings in church, keep in tuck
Remember I had a dream, no Martin, but Kxng
Jxy in the beam, with my team, plotting schemes
No joking, no memes, but it's funny it's seems
Take your ting, bring it home, no England football team
[Chorus]
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n*gga have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops

[Outro]
You know I spit facts
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops

I’s the boy from the block
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops

I’s the boy from the block
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops

I’s the boy from the block
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops
DA, f*ck GA, f*ck cops

I’s the boy from the block