Control The Block Cel NoLackin (Ft. Enphamus)

[Intro: Cel NoLackin]
Phew, huh?
Nigga, no lackin', pistol packin', baby
You know how it go, ha
(Turn me up, [?])
Listen, uh, listen

[Chorus: Cel NoLackin]
I dropped a bag inside the hood, now all my opps be greivin'
The law had stopped us on that drill, if not, they wouldn't be breathing
Lil' Twelve been throwed off in the head, just give him any reason
I had got that bag and bought the switches, now they just got squeezin'
I control the block, couldn't name a nigga that run this shit like me
Go gas up any opp, go gas that block and put his tank on E
You had to catch a opp or run stuff down if you throw up the three
I'm throwed off in the head, you get a bag if you go catch a P

[Verse 1: Cel NoLackin]
Shoutout O, he brought me out the trench, I'm finna' run it up
I'm still inside the trench, I hop in hot cars worth a hunnid'-plus
Niggas talkin' 'bout they in the race, but they some runner-ups
This shit came from some hard work and dedication, this shit ain't no fuckin' luck (Phew)
You got that lo'? Go spin and fuck it up
They can't fuck wit' me, I got that bag, bitch, we in [?] trucks
Just look at me, I got them diamonds, bitch, my neck gon' bust
I'm gon' flash a smile, then show this bag, then she gon' wanna fuck (Phew)
I got my chance, fuck I look like givin' this shit up?
We get that lo', gon' bend that block and put some shit up
Repercussions on they block, we hit they mans, they yellin', "Get up"
I did a drill inside the Trackhawk, switch the whip, I put my kit up