Block Sweepers Fat Nick (Ft. SosMula)

[Intro]
MTM, hit em wit' the heat

[Chorus: Fat Nick]
AR pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, left god for my watch
Demon engine when I'm skirting (Skrrt), so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ from the block (They mad)
AR pistol, load it up, and when I see you it pop
Need a pastor for my sins, left god for my watch
Demons edging when I'm skirting (Skrrt), so I'm coming in hot
I still bless the hood, they call me Christ from the block (They mad)

[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
These some big knots (Huh?), I still got some big rocks (Yuh)
I don't mess wit' leg shooters (Nah), I'm out causin headshots (Gllrt)
Gordo bring the bank (What?), the pistol or the shank? (Bah-bah)
Iced out Cuban on my neck, oh man, I'ma sink (Yeah, what?)
Hundred drum on the choppa, I'ma make his ass slip (Slip)
Let's go spin his hood, I'ma make that shit flip
Used to ride that Honda, Benz, engine burning rubber (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'ma melt his block like a hot day in the summer (Summer, summer)
I'ma down his crib, I'ma shoot, K/D (What?)
Hollows in your face, 1080 HD (Damn)
All my people reckless (What?), heard your man is checkless (Yeah)
I'ma dirt this choppa just to leave an opp headless (Bah-bah-bah)