[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, they say, say
He's a real back blocker
(Make sure you stay dangerous)
(Damn Highxlass, I need this one)
Ayy
[Chorus]
He's a real back blocker, but no Silkk the Shocker (Silkk the Shocker)
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper (Thirty, thirty)
He's a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That lil' nigga's a real don dada, nothin' like his father (Nothin' like daddy)
He's a real gun popper, uh, stretch blocker (What?)
You lookin' a lil' upset, partner (Upset), uh, what's got you? (Why you mad?)
Pulled off in that car, but they ain't know that was a stretcher (Skrrt)
Why don't you play with me? Might get your head splattered, but does that matter?
[Verse 1]
Ayy, nigga, them 'bows in ('Bows), pull up my crib, put codes in (Nigga, codes)
I up the score ten (Oh, for sure), and don't show no emotion (No)
I just might blow ten (Blow), this switch he got, get low then (Get low)
Livin' life like GTA, but none of our screens was loadin' (Ain't loadin')
I'm balling just like DeRozan (Swish), but when I'm golden
Yeah, 'Member my mama used to want me at home 'fore ten (I couldn't go)
Nigga, I was still outside, had to handle that business, I had loads in (I had the loads)
Any show I got, you know them blicks is here, I drove in (Boy, we drove)
Big Boss, CEO (Boss), niggas say I'm chosen (Oh, that's C4)
Bitches say this dick is golden, they wanna hold it (She tryna hold)
Why you think ain't none of my bitches ever try exposin'? (Tryna expose)
Once you open up Pandora's Box, you can't ever close it (Boy, it get cold)
I'm still tryna fit these fuckin' 'bows in this fuckin' close-it (Oh, fit these 'bows)
Damn, I meant a closet, niggas bitches, gossip (Gossip)
I be fuckin' niggas' bitches and I make deposits (Like what you need?)
Niggas tryna give me help with my lines (But I got this, it's 4)
Yeah
Yeah, they say, say
He's a real back blocker
(Make sure you stay dangerous)
(Damn Highxlass, I need this one)
Ayy
[Chorus]
He's a real back blocker, but no Silkk the Shocker (Silkk the Shocker)
Thirty milligrams of Percocet to get me proper (Thirty, thirty)
He's a real gun cocker, uh, get guaper
That lil' nigga's a real don dada, nothin' like his father (Nothin' like daddy)
He's a real gun popper, uh, stretch blocker (What?)
You lookin' a lil' upset, partner (Upset), uh, what's got you? (Why you mad?)
Pulled off in that car, but they ain't know that was a stretcher (Skrrt)
Why don't you play with me? Might get your head splattered, but does that matter?
[Verse 1]
Ayy, nigga, them 'bows in ('Bows), pull up my crib, put codes in (Nigga, codes)
I up the score ten (Oh, for sure), and don't show no emotion (No)
I just might blow ten (Blow), this switch he got, get low then (Get low)
Livin' life like GTA, but none of our screens was loadin' (Ain't loadin')
I'm balling just like DeRozan (Swish), but when I'm golden
Yeah, 'Member my mama used to want me at home 'fore ten (I couldn't go)
Nigga, I was still outside, had to handle that business, I had loads in (I had the loads)
Any show I got, you know them blicks is here, I drove in (Boy, we drove)
Big Boss, CEO (Boss), niggas say I'm chosen (Oh, that's C4)
Bitches say this dick is golden, they wanna hold it (She tryna hold)
Why you think ain't none of my bitches ever try exposin'? (Tryna expose)
Once you open up Pandora's Box, you can't ever close it (Boy, it get cold)
I'm still tryna fit these fuckin' 'bows in this fuckin' close-it (Oh, fit these 'bows)
Damn, I meant a closet, niggas bitches, gossip (Gossip)
I be fuckin' niggas' bitches and I make deposits (Like what you need?)
Niggas tryna give me help with my lines (But I got this, it's 4)
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