6lock Boy

[Intro]
Ight bet be cool, this what we gone do ain’t no stoppin fa them bitches , this murder weapon in coupe cause if i do they might shoot & put my shit on channel 2

Block boy i be goin hard full of dope smoke on that rasta , i ain’t got no ho card send yo ho ass to the doctor, smoking zaza. if you smoking bubble you ain’t smoking on my shotta , (that sauce on me like right now)

In the morning keep a low one in the head just let it blow, i got shot & taste my own blood i’m feinin’ for some more, i was 13 doin my own drugs, me & bj nigga they b-block, 30 shots i let off the Glock pull off in a stolen car. like i’m a rockstar i be rolling hard bitch i am that i do not act hard, big ass gat make him bag back, make me prove that you a ho boy. sleep bitch gone givе me cat, don’t ask me wherе i’m at can’t go for that. no i’ll never lack, if he slip we peel yo hat that on yo back. i heard they did him bad, put him on his ass hit him all in his neck, you would’ve thought he was smashed how they had that boy on IG lookin bad, fuck it i can’t go for this , this chopper it came with a shoulder kit, it’s drill time pull on side them & let it hit block boy i be goin hard full of dope smoke on that rasta , i ain’t got no ho card send yo ho ass to the doctor, smoking zaza. if you smoking bubble you ain’t smoking on my shotta , (that sauce on me like right now)

Block boy i be goin hard full of dope smoke on that rasta , i ain’t got no ho card send yo ho ass to the doctor, smoking zaza. if you smoking bubble you ain’t smoking on my shotta , (that sauce on me like right now)

I said fuck it, bust it, i say “it be no discussion”. out in public in that wraith, but this cutter came from Russia, it get ugly, bloody. make them put you up for nothing, take yo shit just want yo money, was hittin’ licks when i was bummin’. put you in my spot? i want yo top let see who go for that, hopping out with my black soldier rag, they broke that’s how i know they mad (HAHA) ima laugh said make that bitch just evil laugh, he dead dead, 15 hunnid’ block that sick set , hottest house then blue bricks, 20 bands them blue prints, the ones who bloody & they never switch, blogs be talking don’t know shit bout shit, can’t use his legs can’t feel his hip, hood that boy for ransom, duce of wock mixed in with a piña colada fanta , my diamonds dancing

Block boy i be goin hard full of dope smoke on that rasta , i ain’t got no ho card send yo ho ass to the doctor, smoking zaza. if you smoking bubble you ain’t smoking on my shotta , (that sauce on me like right now)