Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blocka, artist - Hustle Gang. Album song Hustle Gang Presents: G.D.O.D. (Get Dough Or Die), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: HGGH
Song language: English
Blocka |
My youngins got a Glock |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
Go, hit em with the choppa |
It’s the blocka blocka blocka |
I know you heard me through yo radio |
I know you heard me through yo stereo |
100 chains on with my Figaro |
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go |
And I pull that on me |
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me |
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me |
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
If you homie with my shooter then nigga pull up then |
He’ll knock yo ass off for a light 10 |
Yo a coward if you kill a nigga in the night then |
Say you gangsta, way kill em, meet me in the light then |
They don’t wait til the police call, white then |
And if you don’t want it, have em makin more white then |
God say I turn to kill he right then |
We all righteous, member of the Righteous Men |
Righteous killers, do it cool as the fam with it |
That is Godwork, yall niggas is playin with it |
Manslaughter a nigga, bare hands with it |
And we go, real pussy, I was in the can with it |
I’m Young Dro, not the avenger |
Solid gold davenger |
Yall niggas sleep, I wake em up like awerika |
I used to fall with Keishas, now I’m fuckin with character |
I’m in the kitchen, flippin this case, no spatula |
I know you heard me through yo radio |
I know you heard me through yo stereo |
100 chains on with my Figaro |
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go |
And I pull that on me |
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me |
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me |
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
I say money is the mission, we murder without permission |
Kills in the kitchen, the product’s off in the kitchen |
My niggas getting richer cuz niggas know they positioned |
If money talk then all you broke niggas should listen |
Everybody hatin on me, it’s like who could you trust? |
All these hoes out here skinning, it’s like who could you fuck |
In this Rolls I be leanin em like who gives a fuck |
But these niggas talkin reckless, just know that you can be touched |
When that money on the line, my hands on the line |
I put that money on yo heads, all this money on my mind nigga |
And you don’t wanna see me shine |
Nigga time is money so I put some money on my time nigga |
I know you hear me on yo radio |
Fuck around headshots, spin that voice for Gatti O |
And all my niggas tell me though |
Dream chaser, Hustle Gang nigga, you already know |
I know you heard me through yo radio |
I know you heard me through yo stereo |
100 chains on with my Figaro |
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go |
And I pull that on me |
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me |
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me |
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
Hey girl my youngin want action |
He run up with that thing |
Even if he don’t let it bang I bet you won’t do a thing |
You ain’t ballin like I’m ballin, hundred G up in yo thing |
I’m a million movie man, gor for deal and do yo thing |
Hustle Gang muhfucka, all we do is get money |
I got 100 racks, you wanna do this shit forever |
That crew on yo back, Hustle Gang, you cheer |
Make dough our music but got other shit to do in the rear |
You got a bitch, she see me gentile, I be usually friend |
Retarded, watchin my arm, stupid shit on my neck |
We both fuck er, let’s help er, go ask er who do it the best |
I pull her shit out of prison, she stuck a feel in her chair |
So get most of the money? |
Who got all the respect |
Head light, we get the best, let em fight for the rest |
I beat you all gonna ride, if I’m flyin in a jet |
My hood, you need choppa, might get by all the tech, you hear me? |
I know you heard me through yo radio |
I know you heard me through yo stereo |
100 chains on with my Figaro |
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go |
And I pull that on me |
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me |
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me |
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |
And my youngin got a choppa |
Once he turn around it’s the blocka, blocka |