Dead Block lyrics

[Intro: TG Flockaa]
Grrah, grrah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Free the f*cking guys
Free Diddy, free West man
Free f*cking A1 man, y'all n*ggas know the vibes
Gang, grrah, grrah, uh-huh
Grrah, grrah, yeah
Grrah, grrah (f*ck the opps)
Big die 4's
LVK

[Chorus: TG Flockaa]
Bro said he gon' give them a chest shot
f*ck that, he get a head shot
One shot kill you know that's a dead shot
After that, leave that boy on a dead block
Next opp that I see leave his face [?]
D's on my di*k, so I'm walking through 8 block
.42, b*tch so I walk with a deuce 5
Who the f*ck touched me? n*gga, you lied
Bro said he gon' give them a chest shot
Said, "f*ck that, he get a head shot"
One shot kill you know that's a dead shot
After that, leave that boy on a dеad block
Next opp that I see leave his facе [?]
D's on my di*k so I'm walking through 8 block
.42, b*tch so I walk with a deuce 5
Who the f*ck touched me? n*gga, you lied
[Verse 1: TG Flockaa]
Word, like, listen, look
Got the TG n*gga in the stu'
I'ma show y'all what I'm about to do
n*ggas switching sides, I don't pick or choose
Free west, Brodie stuck in [?]
Ain't no petty cases, n*ggas like to 'oot
Free A1, see you soon
He just on the block, toting on a .2
I tried to run 'em, make 'em meet the news
All black when I spin a block, see a opp, i'ma up the chop
n*ggas say they spinning but they really not
Smokin' on Mex, this sh*t is hitting like za
Where you at n*gga?
Like, hold on, hold on
Where you at n*gga? Is you trynna get clapped n*gga?
You tryna die like that fat n*gga?
Mention JB, you a pack n*gga, look
Stop saying my names In y'all songs, y'all n*ggas is pus*y, ain't letting it off
If I see you, you better take off
Call Lil' G, he be ready to toss
I don't think that there's beef with the 4's, them n*ggas don't spin, they just talk in their songs
And they know what my n*ggas is on, hop out, leave a n*gga on the floor
He jacking he LV, then it's no remorse
Kay Flocka, my muddy for sure
Bend through the opps, he be ready to score (DOA)
f*ck all the opps, they ain't ready for war
I scream, "Don't trip" when I walk through the 4's
Sucking JB's di*k, n*gga p*ssing me off
I'm dropping LV, n*ggas know what i'm on
Six Sev, my brothers, I know they gon' toss
Free the 8 west,[?] just came home
Both of them n*ggas was just on the phone
We cracking the 4's if you wanna know
I better not catch a Vato by that store
If I do then, that pus*y n*gga gotta go
With the b*tch, you know she get smacked with the pole, grrah
I'ma smack that b*tch n*gga, word to my deads
[Chorus: TG Crippy]
Bro said he gon' give them a chest shot
f*ck that, he get a head shot
One shot kill you know that's a dead shot
After that, leave that boy on a dead block
Next opp that I see leave his face [?]
D's on my di*k, so I'm walking through 8 block
.42, b*tch so I walk with a deuce 5
Who the f*ck touched me? n*gga, you lied
Bro said he gon' give them a chest shot
Said, "f*ck that, he get a head shot"
One shot kill you know that's a dead shot
After that, leave that boy on a dead block
Next opp that I see leave his face [?]
D's on my di*k so I'm walking through 8 block
.42, b*tch so I walk with a deuce 5
Who the f*ck touched me? n*gga, you lied


[Verse 2: Hunta]
It's the Hunta n*gga, look, like
Yeah his mans got shot in the torso
Always on point, I'm promoting [?]
Movin' tact, we never went to war broke
That's how you die, keep thinking it's all jokes
And I'm back for another, ya mans got shot
Go invest in another gun, n*ggas be weird, I'm talking about hella dumb
How you get clapped then told me to f*ckin' come
Not playing no games when I come through, old heads just see us and them n*ggas just run too
Like what n*ggas really gon' say, I'm really on timing
Just screaming [?]
Spin the opps, go pick up the paste
I been on rotation since I was like 8
Next n*gga that spin through my block, no remorse for that man I'm making him drop
Get hit with this [?] or the Glock, these n*ggas gon' [?] when we hit the crowd