F-Block Lyrics

If it's three glocks we go slide together know we had to stretch him

Just like you tripping about that bitch boy that's another lesson

I a hit the road and risk it all before I let him catch me

He say he turnt but I can see that he ain't try to die

These niggas capping in they song but they ain't trying to slide

Push up on the opps I let off shots got like a hundred chops

Like bitch I'm from the west warren where they take hits

I grew up on f block we known to take sticks

Boy you hear that fap fap so don't play btc

Rip my baby wop you stay balling on your worse days

If that's yo bitch man she done ate me on my birthday

Balling all summer different bag another season

Say we trapping all winter

Niggaz capping for no reason bitch

I keep cup you can't taste

This why you asking about my song you go hate this

Brought a chop to the block but I don't take risk

Fat boy hit the block to lead the way but he don't take shit

Piss on any nigga talking down Heard you showing love to her you a clown

If it's 3 glocks then they go spark together

Gucci belt it's leather

Hell yeah I love my gang I can write a letter

I just bought a new stick with suppressors

See a nigga saying tuff shit the we press him

I just hit a white bitch name heather

Naw I took her cashapp with the steppers

I ain't gone lie this three shit taught me lesson

None of my niggas locked that's a blessing

Bathing ape purple denim on with the low dunks

I swear my closet amiris the dumps show love

I a leave a nigga offline dog ain't on none

This bitch got 2 friends I want both of them

It's a celebration with the opps we can pop bottles together

Cause I left they mans shit spilled

Me and my niggas trying a run up a hundred

I know me some junkie's

I'm still up a band like wilt

My nigga Chewy about the blues he a crip

223s a knock a nigga down like a crib

Its go be tsunami them bitches rain on you

I'm hoping God come heal me from all this pain on me

All my opps up in the sky

If you rolling wit them niggas guaranteed you got to die

Did my dance up in the pussy throwing 3s up in the sky

Riding with my niggas right or wrong forever with my guys

Sliding with them big bs I bet not catch you drop a 5

Caught that pussy on a corner and made that drakey sing like rod

One up top in my k I bet this bitch a flip yo ride

Niggas talking on computers but don't never come outside

Niggas betta load the striker cause it might be time to slide

That nigga fed he been snitching I could tell the whole time

Can't believe they took my baby long live my nigga naz

this shit for you it can't be real wish I could see you one more time

Falling out over pussy and hoes that's shit petty

I remember we was young eating at sis party eating spaghetti

We was always pressing opps

Beating doonies and getting cheddar

Matter fact nigga we was pressing opps when you met me

I know one bitch she got a lot of cake I call her debbie

Smooth like peanut butter and she kind of wet I call her jelly

I need a bandaid it's scars on my face I feel like nelly

I just wanna win

Told the label that can't sign me so count my brothers in