What Block

[Intro: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
GlockBoyz
Come on

[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Cap, boy, what block y'all be on? (Where?)
Niggas only try to pull up on the block when we gone
On FaceTime with the opps, wish I could pop 'em through the phone
That ain't his real drop, he posted that shit when he got home

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Every time we got in beef, I never back down (I'm certified)
Niggas tryna wrestle with me, this ain't Smackdown (I got somethin' for you, though)
Real shit, you'll get fapped down
He was chasing clout, now you got him on your background (He a wallpaper)
Y'all believe anything, these niggas big cap (Thеse niggas big cap)
My fans fuck with me, they say I ain't miss yеt (Okay)
He died last year, come and get your lick back
Put a hole in him, I hope one of y'all niggas know how to fix flats
In that fast thang, treat my real whip like a stolie (Yeah)
They had the drop, we was outside posted up like a goalie (Yeah)
You ain't ready for this shit, Baby Boy, Jody (At all)
Nigga said he on my ass, shut up, show me
Say that money, it'll save you (It'll save you)
She'll come over your crib and set you up like some cable (Like AT&T)
You wouldn't slide if a park paid you
It's all fun and games, bet that shit ain't gon' be funny when I blaze you (Boy)
Ain't no virgin in the gang, everybody popped somethin'
Cappin' out behind tint with rifles when we opp huntin' (Get it?)
392 the decoy, let the Scat get in the front
I heard your homeboy died in the hood, he need a jump, nigga

[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I heard your homeboy died, man, y'all was tryna wake him up, nigga
Man, like football in the streets, we just touch niggas
Nigga, like basketball, we take him out the game, we sub niggas
Now he a track star, he runnin' after I shot the gun, nigga
Man, what block niggas on?
They think I'm scared and out of town, they don't know that I'm at home
On FaceTime with the opps tryna get the drop through the phone
Feeling like Nuk, you gotta know that brrah my favorite song, nigga
Man, fast thangs with no plates my favorite cars
Better stop while you ahead if you was smart
Man, turn your Scat Pack to a Dart
In LA chillin' with the Sparks
See, you don't get it, but with the AR
It's like tearing a car apart
Nigga, rock, paper, scissors, Glock, that's my new shit
Man, my old ho keep callin', I'm on the block with my new bitch
I'm makin' illegal turns, the strap on me, I'm really stupid
I don't pay for new sauce, my uncle hit me with his whole wrist

[Chorus: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez]
Cap, boy, what block y'all be on? (Where?)
Niggas only try to pull up on the block when we gone
On FaceTime with the opps, wish I could pop 'em through the phone
That ain't his real drop, he posted that shit when he got home