ChopBloc NLE Choppa (Ft. BlocBoy JB)

[Intro: BlocBoy JB & NLE Choppa]
Doin' numbers, Crippin’ and livin'
What's goin’ on, Bloc? (Ha)
Shit didn't work out like you thought it would
Grape Street, get your face beat
Red, that ho so fuckin' bumpin', bro
Steppin' and livin'
Ha, yeah (Lil' boy)
Hey, hey, hey (Ha)

[Verse 1: BlocBoy JB]
This shit didn't work out like you thought it would (Word)
I’m trappin’ and posted in neighborhood (Posted)
I'm crippin’, got thugs up in Inglewood (Crip)
Keep a stick like a nigga was in the woods (Grr)
Got straps like Jason Bourne, uh (Bourne, uh)
Fill 'em, we lit like a joint, uh (A joint, uh)
My new bitch, she bad, she a foreigner (Foreigner)
I'm gettin' head on the corner (Corner)
Thuggin’ in traffic, these niggas, they faker than plastic (Plastic)
I'm 'bout to stretch him like he was elastic (Elastic)
Fly on the carpet, Aladdin ('Laddin)
I got rich and I bought me a mansion (Skrt)
In the game makin' all the PT (PT)
Yellow my wrist, this shit pee-pee (Diamonds)
Ice on my watch and my mouth full of VVs
You niggas still in the D-League (D-League)
Two joints (Two joints)
Kick the bitch out 'cause I move stank (Move stank)
Bloc is in the hood, nigga, who ain't? (Word)
The joint make 'em lit like it's two pints (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch on the first night I met her (Met her)
Know I'm up in the spot like a leopard (Leopard)
Gettin' head in the Tesla (Tesla)
I'm smokin' dope with the fellas (Yeah)
Fifteen-hundred on Margielas (That's on my momma, yeah, yeah)