Onna Block ft. Kan the Don Lyrics

I'm on the block, with a glock in my hand I'm ready to blam

We up at ya top We knock off your friends

You checkin' the stats I'm upping again

I'm ready to blam I'm ready to blam

I'm ready to blam I got that Glock on my hand

I got that Glock to your mans He put the Glock in his pants

It's no beef in the streets Niggas come sprayin' heat on heat

I used to hang with killers who put heat on your feet

I know a girl who turned to a treesh My big brother been turned to the streets

Yeah, it really depends I used to hang with all the killers

Known for killin's I used to bang with a couple east nigga

So you know I'ma win I feel like Durk in my city

Cause I send them hits and my niggas go in Killin' one of your friends

Two of your friends Three of your friends

Four, make sure you check the score I told y'all stop playin

You gon' have your face off I'm from a place where cops used to bang off

And hang y'all Bang, shifty

I got a Glock, I get busy My shit switchin' your kidneys

Knock off your kidneys and knock off your titties

I'm on the block with a Glock in my hand

I'm ready to blam

We up at your top

We knock off your friends

You checkin' the stats

I'm upping again

I'm ready to blam

I'm ready to blam

I'm ready to blam off And you servin' the pack like a hand off

And we hittin' them sticks like a band off

It's too hot in this bitch, burn your hands off

Oh, you really don't get it Steppin' this bitch how I move with my pivot

I get too high, how I fuckin' forget it

Money be comin', so I never quit it

Niggas be talkin' like they really with it

Tragic, you can fumble the bet like it's magic

I stay up with my clink like it's ratchet

I get money, sorry, cannot pass it

I just walked in this bitch, oh, you heard of me

All that fightin' and fussin' ain't hurtin' me

She keep hittin' my line, what's the urgency

It's a problem, so shawty alertin' me

I'ma ruff that total lil' bitch, miss me with the fuck shit

Niggas, they be talkin' with their hands like a puppet

Ballin' on these niggas, I be gettin' to a bucket

Lit in this bitch, we get lit like a ruckus

I'm on the block with a block in my hand

I'm ready to blam

We up at your top

We knock off your friends

You checkin' the stats

I'm upping again

I'm ready to blam

I'm ready to blam

I'm ready to blam