[Intro]
(Elias Beats)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, nigga
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Where you goin'? Gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, come here
[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's Blocky Da G
Who want the smoke? We gon' see when we meet
They wanna talk on my name, but don't put in pain
And they duckin' from me in the streets (Like)
Turn a five to a ten in a week (Nigga)
Like, we up on the hots
They know she put Lotti and Rah in a blunt
Like, I'm tryna see how it smoke
If it's a-go, send me the lo'
Like, bro put the beam on his 'fro
Okay, let's speak the facts
And you better not call me a rat
Ain't no "Paperwork," y'all niggas wack (Y'all wack)
Tryna run up a hundred off track
Tinted V, you can't see through the back
I get a [?] when I'm flippin' that [?]
And it's through my feelings I rap
Never lack 'cause I stay with my strap
Niggas know that I'm quick to attack
Lotti spun, but he ain't comin' back, like
Don't run up on me, don't be silly
Like, we could go fifty for fifty (Nigga)
In my city, shit get tricky
I don't fuck with them niggas, but I keep a blicky
Fuck the Bronx, them niggas mixy
I got my stick, baba can't trick me (Can't trick me)
Nazzy dead, he got hit with the semi
On my own, you don't gotta defend me, like
[Chorus]
They don't know me, they say what they say
That's my slime, I'm slidin' with Ray
I 'member the day niggas [?] (Grrah, like, grrah)
Grrah
Oh, he jack DOA? Like
Leave him where he lay, like
Bobby with the Lay, like
Got me outta space, like, grrah
[Verse 2]
Opp thot tryna fuck on my mans
We get money, she know we got bands
Nigga ran, so I shot at his mans
Then I took a trip to the yams, like
I don't care if that bitch is a dyke
That's on bro, I just hope she could fight, like
Murda B should've had a pipe
I'm a demon, I spin in the night, like
Everything in the dark come to light
I put the G down if you wanna fight
If it's up, I'ma blow, I ain't dyin' for hype
Niggas cap, they ain't livin' that life
Like, we makin' movies like Spike, like
I had to throw off a bike, like
I put a Perc' in my Sprite, like
Damn, I ain't feelin' alright
Free bro, they called me through the Skype
Bitch, I'm a gangsta, I don't like to type
She pretty and gangsta, that's my type
Like, I'm tryna flock her tonight, grrah
[Chorus]
They don't know me, they say what they say
That's my slime, I'm slidin' with Ray
I 'member the day niggas [?], like (Ah)
Grrah
Oh, he jack DOA? Like
Leave him where he lay, like
Bobby with the Lay, like
Got me outta space, like, grrah
Doa K PT2 was written by Blockwork.
Doa K PT2 was produced by Elias Beats.