Lyrics Blocked - Killumantii

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How about when I talk to him
Everybody eye him when I walk through 'em
Slick shit all up my comments
Talkin' tough 'cause I think I take it too
Block a nigga 'cause he think it’s sweet
Block a bitch for a bitch for an emoji
Hit a nigga with a clap back
And I’m blockin' niggas if they snap back like
But they hate though
You don’t like me?
Leave my page, ho
Got 'em mad as fuck on every post, yo
But hatin' on a kid don’t get paid, ho
I know these hoes don’t like
But I’m the main one that you searched for
They ain’t shinin' with me so they kind of bitter
Niggas mad because they not a winner
Old niggas, yeah, they kinda bitter
Bitches mad because I took they nigga
Hit that bitch with a quick block
Then I block her friend 'cause she watch me with her
I been blockin' bitches since '09
MySpace, top five
Your friend request has been denied
No DMs, nigga, you can’t slide
They don’t like me, they ain’t go to
But watch how niggas still follow you
Watchin' me from a different page
'Cause you scared that I might block you
Girl bad bad, there ain’t nothin' here for you to laugh at
Have fun watchin' all my money stack
Why don’t you copy this and go around your beck, voila
Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)
Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)
Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)
Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)
Niggas lame, they ain’t fuckin' with us
'Cause we won’t let 'em in the crew
It be your own niggas that be trollin' you
Shit’s sad but you know it’s true
Sol la do la, how I move it
Look how hard they be movin'
While I’m still winnin' dress in Gucci linen
With my gold pendants
So Lord, niggas keep it movin'
In my DMs tryna spit game
But you three times my age
I should take your ass to the bank
And make you wipe out your own safe
Chanel back on my waist
You know I got expensive taste
And if he find out what I’m doin'
I’ma block his ass and keep it movin'
Eh, look, eh, control alt delete
And I told you I ain’t doin' it
Deletin' shit so I can’t see
Claimin' you don’t care
But you keep tabs on where I be
Hit a nigga, another picture flossin' with my jewels like
I hate when they post and delete
Like I’ll come through with receipts
Sneak dissin' through them retweets
Go on pop out in these streets
Can’t be hard through a phone screen
Talkin' like they really want beef
Know a big killa finna eat
Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)
Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)
Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)
Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)
Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)