Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blocked Em In, artist - Shad Da God. Date of issue: 08.10.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Blocked Em In |
| They tried to run off with the flame and I blocked em' in |
| I swear yo hoe gon' get that flav if Im on her head (whew) |
| Pulled up in that fifteen thing |
| And I ain’t goin' in if I can’t bring my whoolie in |
| If I can’t get it then my whole got the whoole in |
| Ain’t no sans or no percs then you ain’t cruisin' in |
| I might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in |
| Preferably a backwood stuffed both ends |
| Stuffed both ends of the backwoods in this motherfucker |
| You do my job that mean we flame brothers |
| I pull one bitch she pull up on me with six others |
| You know I ride with that mail get shit |
| Pouring up some syrup that make my sprite another color |
| I put her in a sixty she can’t be my hoe unless she freaky like she from |
| rocafeller |
| Cartier this shit, I got real shooters |
| So I don’t condone the beef shit |
| Bankroll mafia in a three six |
| I got hoes watching me like Netflix |
| Shit, Pull up at the spot make a sick flick |
| Hit my cali number when you pulling off the exit |
| Yeah we got the same jeweler you got wack shit |
| My neck click, while yo bitch up like Brett Flick |
| Let me find out she really got these hoes arrested |
| Cuffing on em is a major violation, cause we chop em up then its segregation |
| She must got something to put on one of these bracelets |
| Muddy time what water in the face shit |
| Old hundreds in the middle hundreds |
| Purple drank red drank I let the green slump me |
| I let the yellow slump me |
| They tried to run off with the flame and I blocked em' in |
| I swear yo hoe gon' get that flav if Im on her head (whew) |
| Pulled up in that fifteen thing |
| And I ain’t goin' in if I can’t bring my whoolie in |
| If I can’t get it then my whole got the whoole in |
| Ain’t no sans or no percs then you ain’t cruisin' in |
| I might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in |
| Preferably a backwood stuffed both ends |
| Ain’t shit sweet, not letting a bitch go |
| The lean sweet, Im on some crisco |
| All these hoes cold blooded and my wrist cold |
| Bay area kush, Frisco |
| I fuck with white girl that snort coke the disco |
| I fuck with black girls that do her the Guwop |
| And we never gave a fuck about that rap check |
| We’ll go back inside that motherfuckin shoe box |
| Balenciaga high top, right now I got on Rebok |
| GS6 I’m riding round with the G Lock |
| I got a twelve band jug on my line right now |
| I let these streets turn me to a fuckin' cash cow |
| James Brown all that shit I wear that black and proud |
| I got them trappers with me right now |
| They say they Snootie Wild |
| You ain’t shit if you ain’t never been geeked out |
| For that gas and that drank I got a sweet spot |
| If I let up on these pussies I’m granting wishes |
| I used to put pounds in a expedition |
| I know you heard bout the guys I forgot to mention |
| All these hoes we ran through |
| We ride with two or three bangers for |
| Sick of the AP I’m bout to go Harry Winston |
| Put some diamonds in that bitch look like Bill Clinton |
| They tried to run off with the flame and I blocked em' in |
| I swear yo hoe gon' get that flav if Im on her head (whew) |
| Pulled up in that fifteen thing |
| And I ain’t goin' in if I can’t bring my whoolie in |
| If I can’t get it then my whole got the whoole in |
| Ain’t no sans or no percs then you ain’t cruisin' in |
| I might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in |
| Preferably a backwood stuffed both ends |