BLOCK

[Intro]
King Cyn, bitch

[Verse]
They be like Cyn
U gotta get it together
I know that I gotta do better
Just know that my weed stick together
He wanna get back together
I'ma leave em where I met em
I'm cold
Brrr, uh yea
You gotta put on a sweater
If he better
I’m wetter
Can’t fit in this leather
He a gangsta
Oo yea
I’m getting wetter and wetter
Y’all bitches dry as Sahara
Smoking weed at Umbrella’s
I can storm any weather
Like my new nigga better
KING CYN, BITCH
I ain’t no Cinderella
I ain’t no Cinderella
If Its mine it’s forever
Ifs forever and ever
Like my nigga clever
Smoking weed at Umbrella’s
I can storm any weather
Put em on block
Go to his block
Give em some top
Oo
Lollipop
Ride or die bitch
Holding his Glock
That ain’t my daddy
I call em my pops
All y’all lame hoes
Put em on block
Tryna hate but we ain’t gon stop
Ain’t gon stop til we pop
Oo
Foreign, visa
He wanna eat me like pizza
So I gave em a taste
Homie caught an amnesia
Every time I leave
He be catching a seizure
I don’t want u
I need ya
I don’t want u
I need ya
Put em block
Holding my Glock
He had the box
Now he ain’t gon stop
He want the smoke
So I told em to pop
Gotta act right
Or u gon get dropped
Get dropped cuz u flopped
He want the smoke
So I told em to pop
Ain’t gon stop til we drop
Ain’t gon stop til we drop

[Outro]
King Cyn, bitch
Recognize
2020, bitch