Block War 3 ft. DG FG Lyrics

Block War Three, nigga

And we smokin' them trees, nigga

And we ain't shootin' from deep, nigga

So get off my meat, nigga

Bad bitch suckin' the D, nigga

Big FAP, FG

Get hit with a combo, a three, nigga

Stop talkin' down on me

So get with the team, nigga

Don't get crazy with DG, nigga

Niggas rats, they bitin' the cheese, nigga

Stop mentioning me, nigga

'Fore you get put on a tee, nigga

And we spinnin' in V's, nigga

Audi S3's, nigga

And we got on our skis, nigga

Coolin' and boolin' that's what I be doing It's time to go load up the Krig, aye

Im uppin' the pump, and it's ready to dump when I see you get smoked like a stig, aye

I'm in ya sights I be running and jumping, but nigga you won't pull the trig, aye

Throwing a tomahawk through the garage, it's gon' split you in two like a twig, aye

Slide in a jeep, I be starting to creep, and I throw a C4 through the door, aye

Run up the stairs, Glock 9 be the pair, and I start bussin' caps through the floor, aye

Totin' that flame, it's that purifier, finna flame niggas up like s'mores, aye

Shooting for NATO, we blowin' them dracos I feel like im in the Cold War, aye

Sitting at Bravo, my team getting Charlie posted on the block with a Glock, aye

Throw a grenade and the trophy like Shaq on the Heat nigga get that shit blocked, aye

Spin up the minigun better take cover 'cause bullets be coming in hot, aye

Don't follow ya boy he done tried to peak outta that window and caught a headshot, aye

Rolling like thunder, we ballin' like plunder in Warzone, we get to that bag, aye

M13 got a drum with a beam on a pole, foregrip for that bimmer control

C4 he gon' shoot out the back of the cat leave him upside down like a bat

When he empty that clip, you gon' hear click-clack spin back, leave his ass face down on the mat, aye

Block War Three, nigga

And we smokin' them trees, nigga

And we ain't shootin' from deep, nigga

So get off my meat, nigga

Bad bitch suckin' the D, nigga

Big FAP, FG

Get hit with a combo, a three, nigga

Stop talkin' down on me

So get with the team, nigga

Don't get crazy with DG, nigga

Niggas rats, they bitin' the cheese, nigga

Stop mentioning me, nigga

'Fore you get put on a tee, nigga

And we spinnin' in V's, nigga

Audi S3's, nigga

And we got on our skis, nigga

Aye, Oh shit, nigga get down or get hit, aye

You better duck, homie in front of us ran outta luck

Need an umbrella, man look at the weather these bullets be pouring down on you like rain

Hollows hit you in ya chest you gon' be outta breath and this .50 cal hit like a train, aye

Better come out with a helmet cuz niggas out gunnin' they aim for the brain, aye

Might be okay through the day but when it turn dark the whole block turn insane, aye

Finna take cover them helies gon hover, them snipers gon' be in them trees

Get hit in ya shit no autopsy, go grab a stick man its Block War Three, aye