Doa K PT2 Blockwork

[Intro]
(Elias Beats)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, nigga
Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah
Where you goin'? Gang, gang
Grrah, grrah, grrah, come here

[Verse 1]
Yeah, it's Blocky Da G
Who want the smoke? We gon' see when we meet
They wanna talk on my name, but don't put in pain
And they duckin' from me in the streets (Like)
Turn a five to a ten in a week (Nigga)
Like, we up on the hots
They know she put Lotti and Rah in a blunt
Like, I'm tryna see how it smoke
If it's a-go, send me the lo'
Like, bro put the beam on his 'fro
Okay, let's speak the facts
And you better not call me a rat
Ain't no Paperwork, y'all niggas wack (Y'all wack)
Tryna run up a hundred off track
Tinted V, you can't see through the back
I get a [?] when I'm flippin' that [?]
And it's through my feelings I rap
Never lack 'cause I stay with my strap
Niggas know that I'm quick to attack
Lotti spun, but he ain't comin' back, like
Don't run up on me, don't be silly
Like, we could go fifty for fifty (Nigga)
In my city, shit get tricky
I don't fuck with them niggas, but I keep a blicky
Fuck the Bronx, them niggas mixy
I got my stick, baba can't trick me (Can't trick me)
Nazzy dead, he got hit with the semi
On my own, you don't gotta defend me, like