On the Block ft. Young Cassanova Lyrics

I'm back on the block and I'm bussin' two-two-three's and the five-five-six's ain't nothin

Big seven-six-two's what I'm clutchin' He walk down, his bitch ass caught in that

Oven Bitch ass niggas stay bluffin

All of that woofin' online, but niggas not dumpin

Fuck your BM and your punchin' I'm on the block, don't make me nervous, I'll

Shoot you What happen to most niggas

These lil' niggas turn up a loose coup, polish a momma

Find your body in the couscous, it was like 10

And I could really kill all of you, catch him and watch him

Stay with my dog and we'll walk you down My body's much worse than my pop

In the light or I do in the dark Ain't fightin' my nigga, I spot him

Don't want me hop out the car I'm coolin' but I take it far

Like Lasso, I send it to stars Move faster, you niggas ain't hard

Don't talk, let me see how you walk I'm on the hill, run the park

Mo' kill send his ass to Allah

Bitch, she dead I don't do hair, but I'm splittin' your wig

I don't care, but try not to hit kids Life ain't fair, but nigga, live how you live

Don't you stand what you think that you big

Show you somethin' with this scent I'll show you somethin' with this drink

I'll show you somethin' with this glitz Show you wrong, never faint

I'm back on the block and I'm bussin' 223's and the 556's ain't nothin

Big 762's what I'm clenchin' He walk down, his bitch ass caught in that oven

Bitch ass niggas stay bluffin' All of that woofin' online, but niggas not dumpin

Niggas are starvin' and lunchin' Fuck your BM and your punchin

Always on the A-team You pity the fool you don't understand

Flex like Mr. T Once I got these bands in my hands

Count so many Ben Franklin's I done caught a damn cramp

If you say I'm from Churchill Then you gotta be stamped

And I won't understand how you can go to sleep

Bro, before you open that door Make sure you look out the peephole

Take a nigga pack from a field just like Deebo

These niggas ain't got no game like Shaq at the free throw

And I'm back on the block, my trap still bussin

Inhalin' on this Aza, but I can still function

No, I ain't got no BM, I got a BMW

Talk that stupid shit, then you know I'm gon' come for you