CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Blocks 2 Feed

The reason why I go so hard, I got blocks to feed
N***a, you a bag of Doritos, that is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head n***a trip on beats like ODB
The reason why I go so hard, I got blocks to feed
N***a, you a bag of Doritos, that is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head n***a trip on beats like ODB

I'll treat a n***a like Craig, n***a, go to sleep
LeBron James of the rap game, I'm the MVP
I'm the trapper of the year, I got ETD
We slap twenty bowls out this crib, me and LBG
I got some strong-a** weed but it smell like feet
We just bought three more choppas 'cause we smell beef
I'm finna put my hood on like that n***a Keef
N***a, watch that car, who was that in that SUV?
Black Forces on, I don't steal but I hang with thieves
Blew his a** down with FN, that n***a flew like leaves, ha-ha
You know I'm going brazy
I remember I was a lil' n***a, we had a 380
This n***a in the crib f**ked up watching three babies
His BM mad as f**k
She thought she had a winner on her team, she thought she lucked up
The reason why I go so hard, I got blocks to feed
N***a, you a bag of Doritos, that is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head n***a trip on beats like ODB
The reason why I go so hard, I got blocks to feed
N***a, you a bag of Doritos, that is not yo cheese
Brodie in the corner with a shot like he Jodie Meeks
Nappy head n***a trip on beats like ODB

Sh*ttyBoyz
.223s for every opp looking muscular
Coach ain't really see it but I'm a motherf**king hustler
If that b*t*h give my BIN away, I'm Gucci stomping her
Feel like YN Jay, she can get her coochie touched in her
For a sixteen, I need a BIN, a good racky
With a whole gang full of burgers, good Krabby Patty
Blew a freaky b*t*h, f**ked around and called me "swaggy daddy"
This a big-a** Glock, f**k around and flash your daddy
Gramz got grams, I got jacks and the scams
B*t*h, I'm feeling like The Purge, hundred straps in that van
Unkie poured a on it, he been slapping off the tan
Off-White addict, f**ked her easy, that's that Off-White magic
Spike walkers with the blood on them, I'm walking like a [?]
smack the sh*t out him, I thought he had it
Put some cheese on his head, man, my hitman bought a sandwich