Block is Hot ft. Toosie Lyrics

The block getting hot and it ain't even June

The plug came in had to clear the other room

Yeah dusty ass nigga fuck it sweep him with the broom

Man his bestie just died fuck I'll leave him with his dude

Man I can't cuff the bitch cause she ain't moving how I move

And he don't do just like I do cause his crew ain't like my crew

Slime throw your gun outside I left my blicky in my room

And he ain't got no good narcotics he can't choose from what I choose

Man this Ak spitting fire let it rain let it rain

Bro got Glocks from Call of Duty and he don't even play the game

Yeah he rapping how I'm rapping but he don't even do the same

Man I know a nigga whoe be shaking cause he always doing cane

I can't help these bitches jealous I ain't even at my peak

Them hoes be scared to come outside but they be thotting in the street

That boy can't get a piece, I'm a super freak but I'm a keep it G

I can't let that boy inside, he gone be acting like a leech

I'll slap the fuck out you, why you chiefing on my weed

Niggas hating on my steez I gave them everything they need

Man they looking up to Jotty, I'm everything they want to be

Man they seeing how I hustle make them niggas want to eat

Cut a bitch up scissor hands, its blood all in the sheets

Call me slime like Oruchimaru blood all on my teeth

CLE, you see muddy on my tee

Get the green this shit ain't free

Spin th block and keep it clean

Sticks and poles, bricks and bowls, that's how all my niggas roll

Chains and clothes, all whit toes, that's how all my bitches roll

The block getting hot and it ain't even June

The plug came in had to clear the other room

Yeah dusty ass nigga fuck it sweep him with the broom

Man his bestie just died fuck I'll leave him with his dude

Man I can't cuff the bitch cause she ain't moving how I move

And he don't do just like I do cause his crew ain't like my crew

Slime throw your gun outside I left my blicky in my room

And he ain't got no good narcotics he can't choose from what I choose

Bitch I feel like Weezy-F baby I been a G.O.A.T forever

My momma see a angel, the feds they see the Devil

Cooking dope inside a Witch pot, my brother broke the kettle

That nigga he addicted to that wet and I'm the one to peddle

Pulling strings like I'm Jepeto

Dirty Glock inside the ghetto

Mask on look like wrestle

Bro a blood it's in his vessel

She tripping on the gram just like she Boosie, but her coochie special

Bro been in this shit serving that wet shi this that lucci special

All this damn ice that I wear I feel like I'm

Tear the club up with my slime I feel like I'm Vezzo

Drop a deuce inside my A&W I feel like Veeze

Youngin trapping, feel like BMF was feeling like I'm Meech