Blocked Em In Shad da God

[Hook]
They tried to run off with the flame and I blocked em' in
I swear yo hoe gon' get that flav if Im on her head (whew)
Pulled up in that fifteen thing
And I ain't goin' in if I can't bring my whoolie in
If I can’t get it then my whole got the whoole in
Ain't no sans or no percs then you ain't cruisin' in
I might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in
Preferably a backwood stuffed both ends

[Verse 1]
Stuffed both ends of the backwoods in this motherfucker
You do my job that mean we flame brothers
I pull one bitch she pull up on me with six others
You know I ride with that mail get shit [?]
Pouring up some syrup that make my sprite another color
I put her in a sixty [?] she can’t be my hoe unless she freaky like she from rocafeller
Cartier this shit, I got real shooters
So I don't condone the beef shit
Bankroll mafia in a three six
I got hoes watching me like Netflix
Shit, Pull up at the spot make a sick flick
Hit my cali number when you pulling off the exit
Yeah we got the same jeweler you got wack shit
My neck click, while yo bitch up like Brett Flick
Let me find out she really got these hoes arrested
Cuffing on em is a major violation, cause we chop em up then its segregation
She must got something to put on one of these bracelets
Muddy time what water in the face shit
Old hundreds in the middle hundreds
Purple drank red drank I let the green slump me
I let the yellow slump me