CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Baller Blockin
Shred
Why they?
Chopstar, shh
Huh, why they baller blockin' us? (Shred, Shred)
Huh, why they baller blockin' us? (Shred, Shred)
Huh, huh
I'm the '99 Juvie, bandana with the Uzi (Yeah)
Hold on
n***a, I'm like Biggie in the Coogi, the '05 Gucci
Huh
The feds still watch how I'm movin', they don't like my influence
Huh
They still tryna see what I'm doin'
They think I'm doin' way more than music (Hold on)
Why they baller blockin' us? Huh, lockin' us
Lock my whole crew like that sh*t was stoppin' us (Never)
The opps sayin' they droppin' us (What?), but ain't droppin' nothin' (Naw)
It take pape' to go to war and y'all ain't got enough, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock with the switch, flip mode, it bust the bus
Huh, put my young n***as in the field, they return they punts
Huh, hundred pounds of that Kill Bill, the luggage stuffed
Huh, Nashville, Tennessee with my young buck, huh
For them green fifteens, they payin' thirty bucks
Uh-huh, the spot filled with twelve white fiends, they the Brady Bunch
They just wanna get high in peace, they don't say too much (Nah)
Unc' whip the best dope, huh, he got the Midas Touch
And lil' bro snatch souls, I call him Dracula
I just got some new BINs (Shred), from Canada
I can show you how to run it up and keep your stamina
Only time you see me runnin' (What?), is if I'm runnin' down with Drac'
Or if I'm runnin' to the bank
Make a deposit, then I'm straight
In a Scatpack, flyin' down the 8 (Skrrt)
Kid on with that fire on my waist
Don't think it's sweet, 'cause I'll fire up the place (Yeah)
First spot that he try me same spot that he lay (On my mama)
You wasn't made in a month, but my spot made today (Nah)
FN, so I'm not finna play
Tell me how these n***as want it (How these n***as want it?)
See me in some sh*t, you know I own it (Yeah)
White buffs, gold chains, and a blower (Yeah)
Try to reach for this, then I'ma send him to the Lord (R.I.P.)
I get on tip and I go slide when I'm bored
They ain't gave me a fully 'cause they know I might just lose it (Yeah)
n***as rappin' all this gangster sh*t, they really boostin' (Shut the f**k up)
'Til I pull up, let a sixty out this Uzi (Rrah)
On my mama, I'm these lil' n***as' influence (Yeah)
And my young n***as respect me, one call, then it's done (Then it's done)
We'll get his whereabouts and we gon' slide with them drums (We gon' slide with them drums)
Drop a hundred on his block and watch 'em run (He gone)
Speakin' on Dots, and on Dots, it got him slumped, pu**y ass n***as (Shred)
Why they?
Chopstar, shh
Huh, why they baller blockin' us? (Shred, Shred)
Huh, why they baller blockin' us? (Shred, Shred)
Huh, huh
I'm the '99 Juvie, bandana with the Uzi (Yeah)
Hold on
n***a, I'm like Biggie in the Coogi, the '05 Gucci
Huh
The feds still watch how I'm movin', they don't like my influence
Huh
They still tryna see what I'm doin'
They think I'm doin' way more than music (Hold on)
Why they baller blockin' us? Huh, lockin' us
Lock my whole crew like that sh*t was stoppin' us (Never)
The opps sayin' they droppin' us (What?), but ain't droppin' nothin' (Naw)
It take pape' to go to war and y'all ain't got enough, huh
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Glock with the switch, flip mode, it bust the bus
Huh, put my young n***as in the field, they return they punts
Huh, hundred pounds of that Kill Bill, the luggage stuffed
Huh, Nashville, Tennessee with my young buck, huh
For them green fifteens, they payin' thirty bucks
Uh-huh, the spot filled with twelve white fiends, they the Brady Bunch
They just wanna get high in peace, they don't say too much (Nah)
Unc' whip the best dope, huh, he got the Midas Touch
And lil' bro snatch souls, I call him Dracula
I just got some new BINs (Shred), from Canada
I can show you how to run it up and keep your stamina
Only time you see me runnin' (What?), is if I'm runnin' down with Drac'
Or if I'm runnin' to the bank
Make a deposit, then I'm straight
In a Scatpack, flyin' down the 8 (Skrrt)
Kid on with that fire on my waist
Don't think it's sweet, 'cause I'll fire up the place (Yeah)
First spot that he try me same spot that he lay (On my mama)
You wasn't made in a month, but my spot made today (Nah)
FN, so I'm not finna play
Tell me how these n***as want it (How these n***as want it?)
See me in some sh*t, you know I own it (Yeah)
White buffs, gold chains, and a blower (Yeah)
Try to reach for this, then I'ma send him to the Lord (R.I.P.)
I get on tip and I go slide when I'm bored
They ain't gave me a fully 'cause they know I might just lose it (Yeah)
n***as rappin' all this gangster sh*t, they really boostin' (Shut the f**k up)
'Til I pull up, let a sixty out this Uzi (Rrah)
On my mama, I'm these lil' n***as' influence (Yeah)
And my young n***as respect me, one call, then it's done (Then it's done)
We'll get his whereabouts and we gon' slide with them drums (We gon' slide with them drums)
Drop a hundred on his block and watch 'em run (He gone)
Speakin' on Dots, and on Dots, it got him slumped, pu**y ass n***as (Shred)
