Block lyrics

[Intro]
Let 'em

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
Peek it, peek it, peek it of this mothaf*ckin' mud
I keep it real, when I kill
Come up here and make a deal
With the defo next level
And these b*tches heavy metal
That's what I like, supertight
I plane to f*ck a whore tonight
b*tches in the row you been go, never hit my phone
Come, ho', hit my blow, get some sto', make these b*tches grown
And you know I got that toolie on me
Freddie called her up when you were phony
You ain't foolin nobody with that dollar sign upon you
I'ma bust yo' ass so f*cking fast, you cannot tell what welcome next
I'ma tell her what is good, when she creep up in my hood
Smokin' weed, smokin' thang
Sold that b*tch I make that bank
Kill a real b*tch, you know I don't give a sh*t
Freddie runnin' through the gut, bout to f*ck you up a lot

[Verse 2: Zye]
Tommy Gun make 'em run, take a hit from the blunt
Grab the blade and cut 'em up
Dump the body in the trunk
Wow, shawty wanna f*ck, ay?
b*tch, she like my gun play?
Bong cuts in the ashtray
Wake up do this everyday
Pull up and beat the case
Run up and take the lase
Lights out and burn the place
Hunnid on — [Let 'em]
Temperature drop, when I'm creepin' in the cut
The team strapped up like the motherf*cking S.W.A.T
I ain't touch your b*tch, cause she a f*cking thot
Pull up to the stop, let the top drop