Posted on the Block lyrics

[Hook]
Posted on the block b*tch
Fingers out the windows like Pac b*tch
Hottest n*ggas in the spot clique
This Glock don't gotta lock switch

b*tch I'm posted on the block b*tch
Fingers out the windows like Pac b*tch
Hottest n*ggas in the spot clique
Turn this b*tch into a mosh pit yeah yeah


[Verse 1]
And I'm still thuggin'
I could have all my n*ggas wit me but I'm still clutchin'
I guess this lil b*tch gotta n*gga but she still suckin'
He could catch us knockin' boots, I'm still bussin
Yeah I'm still bussin
You ah never hit the road n*gga
You gone fold n*gga
You talk in italics, imma bold n*gga
Them drugs do the trick for the moment
I don't only love you just when I'm rollin'
Big 4's and L's it's apart of my slogan
Superman pill, I flex like Hulk Hogan
You ain't never hit rock bottom
You ain't never felt a way causе the cops got em
Shoes cost ya rеnt hell yeah I still bought em
She said she really love a n*gga oh we gotta problem
Been living like this before the music even popped off
Been getting head til' the b*tch blow my socks off
[Hook]

[Verse 2] Tapri Grams:
Baby get on di*k and gon' and pop it
I can turn this b*tch into a mosh pit
That lil' b*tch up on the c*ckpit
Baby wanna ride, don't wanna stop it
I could turn that coochie to a top end
f*cked that lil b*tch, now that b*tch she on some nonsense
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I can't go without you if you boppin'
Big fonky in that field with that chopstick
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Beat that block hot with the mopstick
Once she go out like a rider ain't no option
We done make a couple mill up on that block b*tch
I done f*cked the baddest hoes up on that block b*tch
We don't f*ck wit suckas they ain't locked in
All eyes on me like a Pac b*tch

[Hook]