Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Block , by - Internet Money. Release date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Block |
| Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ooh |
| Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah |
| Big 14, know what the fuck goin' on |
| Lil', uh, bitch |
| Ayy, yeah (Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid) |
| They don’t understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| I had to WWE slam (Slam) |
| Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah) |
| I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (Yeah) |
| We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (Woo) |
| Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (Bitch) |
| I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (Way it drop, yeah) |
| The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (Yeah) |
| I don’t got the time to be playin' games with the opps |
| Pull up with this chop' and then I knock you out your socks (Bah) |
| Timeless, and I don’t need a motherfuckin' clock |
| Man, I swear to God, all I need is my Glock and mop, yeah |
| They don’t understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| I had to WWE slam (Slam) |
| Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah) |
| I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Bitch, we stay like Ricky Bobby, not the Bobby with lil' Whitney |
| I drop five up on the Glock and you think I ain’t bring it with me |
| I put four-fives in this big three-oh and spark it like a blizzy |
| I don’t show no love to city hoes but I do love this Glizzy |
| Make her vow to me, you will never jam when you in need |
| With this laserbeam, put him underneath the concrete |
| Better not play with me, I’ma make sure you niggas sleep |
| Did your grave for me, jump inside and tell me what you see, uh |
| They don’t understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| I had to WWE slam (Slam) |
| Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah) |
| I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah) |
| Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (Yeah) |
| Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (Yeah) |