Head Tapper

[Intro]
(Ayo, Babs, fuck them bitches up)
Like, grrah
(Deno, what's poppin'?)
It's Block, it's Block (Fifty-fifth boys)
It's Block, it's Block
Head tappers, real trappers
Fifty-fifth shit, gangster
Fifty-fifth boys, gangster
Real droppers (Huh?), head tappers (Huh?), real trappers (Huh?)

[Chorus]
I got some money, I got some bitches, I just need some more
He said that it's smoke, I told him, "Put it on the fuckin' floor"
I been gettin' bands, hit the mall and go, "Dior, Dior"
If I catch a opp with this Glock, I'ma up the score
Like, Derek roll with this chopper, tear a nigga ACL
All he heard was, "Grrah, grrah, grrah," he can't scream for help
Please don't call my phone, I'm in the zone, I'm on the paper route
If he dissin' 'Dot or lil' Notti, we gon take him out

[Verse]
All my niggas shooters in this bitch, I bring the Lakers out
They think that I'm signed because this shit inside my bank account
Like OT' Quanny, I be snappin' on this motherfucker
Niggas ain't believe that I'd be rich, I got it out the gutter
Same gang, I never changed, I'm always with my brothers
Nigga play, and he gon' die, and that's on my mother
Shawty let me fuck, she just said that I got no manners
She said she like niggas with that bag, that means I'm her standards
Duffle bag full of cash, they think I'm a scammer
When I'm on the job, I always keep my hammer
Hollow tips and 223s turn that boy to a dancer
He said he want smoke, we done gave them niggas cancer
Shawty let me fuck, she just said that I got no manners
She said she like niggas with that bag, that means I'm her standards
Duffle bag full of cash, they think I'm a scammer
When I'm on the job, I always keep my hammer
Bitch, I'm from from the five, posted up, these niggas never slide
I've been hella rich and hella lit since the day Lotti died

[Chorus]
I got some money, I got some bitches, I just need some more
He said that it's smoke, I told him, "Put it on the fuckin' floor"
I been gettin' bands, hit the mall and go, "Dior, Dior"
If I catch a opp with this Glock, I'ma up the score
Like, Derek roll with this chopper, tear a nigga ACL
All he heard was, "Grrah, grrah, grrah," he can't scream for help
Please don't call my phone, I'm in the zone, I'm on the paper route
If he dissin' 'Dot or lil' Notti, we gon take him out