Block Hot lyrics

[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)

[Chorus]
They like, "Drex, what you on?" Lil’ n*gga, I'm on bullsh*t
For no reason, I'm tryna empty out this full clip
Pop it on the ’Gram, but in person, you ain't do sh*t
I'm screamin' free my n*ggas 'til they let 'em out the bullpen
Every time Drex come through, swear to God he make the block hot
We shoot to kill, we ain't sendin' out no pop-shots
Ghetto-ass n*gga, ’member slidin’ on a Mazda
You want smoke? Well, pus*y n*gga, we could hotbox

[Verse 1]
Big chop, lil' n*gga, you better back back
Even if that ass flat, toot that ass back
If that ass fat, come over, baby, I’m tryna smack that
Clown-ass n*gga, man, you the type of n*gga we laugh at
Better stop it, boy, 'cause you ain't never did nothin'
Don’t let me catch you, boy, 'cause I'ma leave your body stinkin'
I got chop, it got me feelin' like I'm Franklin
b*tch all up on my jock 'cause she know a n*gga gon' make it
Cold n*gga, tuh, somethin' like subzero
n*ggas get gunned down out here for tryna be a hero
n*ggas peons, on hood, we gon' call that n*gga Neon
And bullsh*t's what the f*ck a n*gga be on
n*gga copy what I'm doin', tuh, somethin' like my sons
I cheated on my b*tch, she took me back, man, this b*tch dumb
Strip a n*gga, make a n*gga run the funds
And how you tryna beef with me, but you don't even got a gun?
[Chorus]
They like, "Drex, what you on?" Lil' n*gga, I'm on bullsh*t
For no reason, I'm tryna empty out this full clip
Pop it on the 'Gram, but in person, you ain't do sh*t
I'm screamin' free my n*ggas 'til they let 'em out the bullpen
Every time Drex come through, swear to God he make the block hot
We shoot to kill, we ain't sendin' out no pop-shots
Ghetto-ass n*gga, 'member slidin' on a Mazda
You want smoke? Well, pus*y n*gga, we could hotbox

[Verse 2]
Used to laugh when I was rappin', now a n*gga signed to 8K
Heard he ain't make it, guess it's time to take a vacay
Made it mayday, bounce out, let they whole f*ckin' TEC spray
I'm a fly-ass n*gga, man, I'll make your b*tch neck break
If you know Drex, you know that n*gga ain't sh*t
Watch how you approach 'cause all my n*gga armed and dangerous
Robberies and walk-downs, lil' n*gga, you can name it
n*ggas thought that I changed, hell nah, I'm on the same sh*t, tuh
Man, let's be honest, all these hoes just love Drex
Every L that I ever took, took it to the neck
Always poppin' it up in them comments, come to the set, I'll get him stretched
Do a n*gga dirty, we gon' make a mess
n*ggas be b*tches, n*gga should've been a tranny
b*tch all up on us, well, I'ma call that b*tch Sandy
Tooly on me, tuh, no Handy Manny
I can never ever loaf, n*ggas know I keep a blammy
[Chorus]
They like, "Drex, what you on?" Lil' n*gga, I'm on bullsh*t (FBEAT go crazy)
For no reason, I'm tryna empty out this full clip
Pop it on the 'Gram, but in person, you ain't do sh*t
I'm screamin' free my n*ggas 'til they let 'em out the bullpen
Every time Drex come through, swear to God he make the block hot (FBEAT producin' all the heat)
We shoot to kill, we ain't sendin' out no pop-shots
Ghetto-ass n*gga, 'member slidin' on a Mazda
You want smoke? Well, pus*y n*gga, we could hotbox, dumbass