Block Tales

[Intro: YB Nemy]
Ayy, turn me up, Grimee
This that real block shit, fuck what they talkin’ bout
Every bar in this bitch fake as hell, don't take this shit real, fuck 12
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Skrrt, brrt—bitch, let’s go

[Verse 1: YB Nemy]
This that shit make a opp mama cry, bitch, I’m reckless
Catch a goofy lackin', he get slumped by the Lexus
Fuck your dead mans, I ain't got no respect, bitch
Hollow rip his stomach, now he cryin' on his necklace (Boom, bitch)
He was dissin’ on the block, now he part of the curb
I don’t tweet no threats, I just pop out and purge
You was postin’ up them poles, now they in your shirt
I put bodies in the beat, boy, this pain gotta burn (Yeah, bitch)
Slide in a stolen, black mask on demon
Opps tried to duck, but this Glock got a reason
Heard he was tweakin’ on live, now he freezin’
Took a headshot, now he talkin’ to Jesus (Hah!)
I ain't signin' shit unless the label bringin’ death
Whole city know I’m cold, I put bodies on my breath
Heard he runnin’ with the snakes? Then I’m choppin’ off the rest
Put that bitch on a tee, he got smoked like the rest (Pussy!)

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
This that Block Tales, hundred shots for a story
All my opps bitches, they be dyin' in they glory
Caught him at the light, had to put him in a shorty
Glocks like strippers, bitch, we keep 'em in orgies (Boom, boom)
This that Block Tales, real street gospel
Say he got beef, now he floatin’ like fossils
I don't do caps, I just empty out nozzles
Sayin’ my name gon’ get you hit in your tonsils (Pussy!)

[Verse 2: YB Nemy]
Heard he dissin’ in his song? Fuck that bitch and his dad
I ain’t arguin’ with rats, I put cheese in the mag
He was flashin’ in the vids, now he bleedin’ in the Jag
Turn a opp into a caption, now his name on a tag (Fuck 'em!)
They be actin’ hard as fuck, but ain’t slid for they bro
Catch me on the South, throwin’ fours out the door
Hop out the whip, let it rip, I ain’t froze
That Draco my twin, got it tucked in my coat
He a rat, he a hoe, he a snitch in disguise
Put a switch to his face, now he blink with the sky
Better pray to your God, we don’t play with no lies
If you say the wrong word, bitch, you dyin’ tonight (Grrah!)

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
This that Block Tales, hundred shots for a story
All my opps bitches, they be dyin' in they glory
Caught him at the light, had to put him in a shorty
Glocks like strippers, bitch, we keep 'em in orgies (Boom, boom)
This that Block Tales, real street gospel
Say he got beef, now he floatin’ like fossils
I don't do caps, I just empty out nozzles
Sayin’ my name gon’ get you hit in your tonsils (Pussy!)

[Outro: YB Nemy]
Yeah, bitch
Keep my name out your mouth or we airin’ that bitch out
All fake shit, all props, don’t call me
BigGrimee on the beat, ho
YB Nemy, bitch
Block Tales, skrrt skrrt—BOOM!