Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look Alive, artist - BlocBoy JB. Album song Simi, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bloc Nation
Song language: English
Look Alive |
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up |
Yeah yeah (ooh) |
Yeah (ooh) |
6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy, ooh |
6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy, ooh (BlocBoy, 6 God) |
Yeah (hey) |
901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive ('live) |
Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side |
Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride (huh, fuck 'em) |
I get racks to go outside, and I split it with the guys (outside) |
We up on the other side, niggas actin' like we tied |
I've been gone since like July, niggas actin' like I died |
They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (hah) |
'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us, but I lied (hah) |
Ayy, ayy, look who I'm around, man |
If I fucked up, I'ma be downtown, man |
Fourth floor bound, man, that's if I get caught, man |
Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my mothafuckin' fault, man |
I'm not to blame, man |
This fuckin' industry is cutthroat, I'm not the same, man |
And I could let you check the tag, now, I'm rockin' name brand |
I'm only chasin' after bags, now I got a game plan |
And I'm out here with the woo! |
700, three high fives, look alive, look alive ('live) |
Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side |
Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride (huh, fuck 'em) |
I get racks to go outside, and I split it with the guys (outside) |
We up on the other side, niggas actin' like we tied |
I've been gone since like July, niggas actin' like I died |
They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (hah) |
'Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us, but I - (hah) |
Bitch, come through (through), you, and you (you) |
I'ma get the money, D-D-Drizzy get the loot (the loot) |
Pull up with that Draco (huh) |
Play with Drake and I'ma shoot (that's on my mama) |
My-my weapon be an instrument, man I'll blow you like a flute (rrra) |
N-n-nigga play so he feelin' it (feelin' it) |
P-p-pull up broad day with a K, now he shiverin' (he shiverin') |
Drop a nigga like he litterin' (huh) |
We at the door like we the delivery (yeah, yeah, yeah) |
He not a plug, he middle man (middle man) |
That-that nigga brown like cinnamon (cinnamon) |
I got the rounds like Sugar Ray Robinson (uh) |
Shot to the chest have you gaspin' for oxygen (shots) |
I'ma spray 'em, just like Febreze (huh, like Febreze) |
Came a long way from sittin' in the nosebleeds (in the nosebleeds) |
Now a nigga on the floor talkin' to the athletes (to the athletes) |
Now I'm so close to the game I could steal the stat sheet (stat sheet) |
It's Bloc |
901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive ('live) |
Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side |
Oh well, fuck 'em, dawg, we gon' see how hard they ride (huh, fuck 'em) |
I get racks to go outside, and I split it with the guys (outside) |
We up on the other side, niggas actin' like we tied |
I've been gone since like July, niggas actin' like I died |
They won't be expectin' shit when Capo go to slide (hah) |
'Cause I told them to put that shit behind us, but I lied (hah) |
Behind me but I lied |
That's on my mama |