Block Boy

{Verse 1} {Rony}
It’s getting very chilly in my city I might catch a cold
Brand new bust down AP I might cop a Rollie tho
That bitch got a fat ass I might hit it tho
Baby can you bring it back shawty can you drop it low
I got all this money baby I can make it rain
Balling on these niggas like I’m in the NBA
I swear this shit way too easy rap be getting me paid
Boss talk nigga no you niggas can’t relate

{Verse 2} {Rony}
Hold up I’m like wait nigga
I be cruising in them wraiths nigga
I just fucked yo bitch nigga
And you ain’t gone do shit nigga
Pull up in a foreign it’s a light show I arrive
My bruthas sending shots it’s a light show we survived

{Chorus} {Rony}
I’m a block boy
I’m a real hot boi
I be cruising in the P
Like I’m Pistole Pete
She a bad bitch so she gone get on hеr knees
Lil mama come on over herе I heard you was a freak

{Verse 3}
Baby I got this money I can make it rain in a second
Baby say the word and I’ll make a fuck nigga disappear
Hold up wait I’m tryna see if these niggas really bout it
These niggas talking more than bitches always be on they period

{Verse 4}
Eeeeerr, Eeeeerr
I be going Eeeerr
Eeeeerr, Eeeerrr
I be going Eeeeerr
Feeling like I’m Roddy Rich when I be in that box
I gave that hoe good dick man I fuck her till she cum

{Verse 5}
(Beat Drop 1:26 Sec)
Always keep it G I’ll never fold on my bruthas
These niggas they be talking but I know they really acting
Should’ve seen lil boy face other day I caught him lacking
Feeling like I’m blue face all my money got em blue strips
Free lil bro Abdul man know he facing time
If you a real nigga then you best not testify
All my bruthas keep that glizzy always on they side
Bitch keep calling my phone but I told her she my side

{Verse 6}
I don’t play Mario kart but ima hit you with them shells nigga
Pussy niggas get slapped nigga
And snitch niggas get whacked nigga
I know you’s a rat nigga
So don’t come to close nigga
Diamonds dancing like bachata
Know these these niggas ratatas

{Chorus}
I’m a block boy
I’m a real hot boi
I be cruising in the P
Like I’m Pistole Pete
She a bad bitch so she gone get on her knees
Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak

{Verse 7}
I know shit get sticky so I gotta keep a blicky
No I don’t know Kodak but we a sniper gang
Bitch I’m high af and I’m swerving in the range
You think I give fuck? Then you must be a lame

{Verse 8}
It’s time to wake em up they’ve been sleeping on my name
Still remember days I was stuck up in the rain
Those days are longer no more baguettes in my chain
Niggas flexing on the gram with they little change

{Verse 9}
Niggas stressing over bitches
Niggas bitching, snitching, ditching then they wonder why they missing
Niggas always talk they missing
We be shooting at the opps like it’s laser tag
Bitch I’m a lion in the jungle like mufasa

{Verse 10}
No you niggas can’t relate
No we cannot correlate
Come to close you’ll get a fade
No I cannot be replaced
I’m a fly ass nigga like a weatherman
I get a bag and run it back like a running back

{Chorus} {Rony}
I’m a block boy
I’m a real hot boi
I be cruising in the P
Like I’m Pistole Pete
She a bad bitch so she gone get on her knees
Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak