From Tha Block Lyrics

Run up on me imma throw

He keep on talking he hit in his throat

And they know what i do with my pole

I promise run up and im staying on go

Told my momma cant stress for no hoe

He tell me "pull up" but in private say "no"

And I make his whole body get low

Them bullets will make him start moving real slow like

Search up my city i stay from the block

Someone break in brodie pass me tha knock

She-she a baddie i beat up the box

How the fuck you finna run with a glock?

A-and i make sure he run up, he popped

He moving wocky i think he a cop

Im on timin when im near an opp

He runnin up he gon really get shot

Call up scartan he throwin like 2

Thats all he gon need when he oot with the deuce

And i promise run up then he lose

I cannot stress for a hoe inna booth

Im-im in the booth and i got too much energy

He runnin up imma let that shit bang

Got a ruler clip, let that shit hang

Bullets gon suck all his blood no fangs

And i break him in half like a kit-kat

Call up his mans cuz now he gotta get back

If he got him a rack imma get that

If he gon start shooting jus know i wont let that

Imma spin on his block with a heater

These bitches a stuck up they know im they leader

They want beef but dont want me to beam em

If cops ask around there aint 1 that would see em

Imma go onna drill bring a mask

Dont test me cuz you get done like you Mac

He made him a diss but now he off the map

Ill clean his ass up aint talkin bout plaque

Fuck collage, i aint goin to RACC

If i see him im takin his racks

Run up on me start to run when i tap

I promise he run up he met with a zap

How he gon talk but im smoking his dead

Roll up the za its gon get to my head

If i miss, kill his mans, spin again

You could talk on the net but i dont recommend

If he tell me to spin imma bend

I could call up my ooter dont need to attend

If he bringing some people my clip gon extend

I do it for real i aint hop on no trend, Grrah