Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blocka, artist - Chief Keef. Date of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blocka |
| Franklin and chop |
| Can’t trust every face bitch I gotta watch |
| That’s why I need Ben Franklin and chop |
| I can’t trust every face bitch I gotta watch |
| That’s why I need Ben Franklin and chop |
| Driving, we gon' swerve to the top |
| Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops |
| Gun go blocka |
| Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang |
| Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang |
| Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang |
| Who talking about Almighty Sosa? |
| Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka |
| Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka |
| Bang bang |
| Who talking about Almighty So? |
| Who talking about Almighty So? |
| Pull up flexing on everybody I see |
| Everybody wanna be like Keef |
| Everybody don’t like Keef |
| But won’t nobody try Keef |
| Like hookah, smoking Tooka |
| You smoking fufu, call it G |
| Bitch, I ain’t no fucking Mubu |
| I’ll leave you Tutu |
| Guns go blocka |
| Sosa a crazy mothafucka |
| Choppa |
| Glocks, FNs, and Macs, we going to an opera |
| Round, shooting niggas down |
| Where my fuckin crown? |
| Bitch, I’m King Glo |
| Tryna copy my style, no Kinkos |
| I’ma lion from the wild, you a fish, Finding Nemo |
| Acting like Sub Zero, gon' leave his ass defroze |
| I’m flexing, niggas pissed |
| I see you walking, got a pistol |
| Shoot it at me, you know I’m down |
| Nigga nigga |
| I can fuck your sister and your mama, lil nigga |
| You don’t want no drama, lil nigga |
| Bullets flying like Compton, lil nigga |
| Choppas go brrocka brrocka, lil nigga |
| Block guns go bang bang and ping ping |
| 30 shots in this ning ding |
| Got a 50 and a 40, lil shorty |
| You ain’t got more money than my shorties |
| I gave some money to my shorties |
| They gon' come and kill your ass for me |
| Blah, blah, scah |
| Pussy nigga, I need an Oscar |
| I need a Grammy for my grandmama |
| Flexing on every woman, everybody, let 'em know |
| I mean, act like they ain’t know |
| Sosa was gonna blow, making big dough |
| Now I’m with Interscope |
| Jimmy Iovine, fuck with me though |
| Chris, fuck with me though |
| Tadoe, that’s my cousin though |
| You know how I’m rockin though |
| Pistols get to popping, hoe |
| You tell me you love me, stop it hoe |
| Tryna set me up for my diamonds, hoe |
| I’ma shoot you right there in your throat |
| Put this dick down your throat |
| See your lil dumbass home |
| You a thot but you thought I was wrong |
| Wanna glo? Just be like Chief Keef, 'lieve me |
| Who these niggas? I don’t know these peewees |
| Bitch, I’m rockin Herman’s peewee |
| Gold, my necklace look like peepee |
| Can’t trust every face bitch I gotta watch |
| That’s why I need Ben Franklin and chop |
| Driving, we gon' swerve to the top |
| Got plenty Glocks, FNs and chops |
| Gun go blocka |
| Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang |
| Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang |
| Blocka blocka, blocka blocka, bang bang |
| Who talking about Almighty Sosa? |
| Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka |
| Bang bang, blocka blocka, blocka blocka |
| Bang bang |
| Who talking about Almighty So? |
| Who talking about Almighty So? |