Hit Yo Block Lyrics

Told bro lets get this money, fuck the fame

Hit lil shawty in the benz, Like dang

Puffin this gas, This shit smell like dank

Bro whipping his mero, Shit sound like a tank

That boy greening out, That boy cannot hang

Cash rule everything around me, WuTang

They just hit the block, Better get at ya mains

Just know we gone pop out, Once I hear my name

(Let's Get It)

(Woo)

And I don't give a fuck bout this rap shit, Let's go

If a nigga got smoke, just know that we upping this bitch

And my lil niggas know how to blow

She dubbin a nigga right now

But as soon as the backdoor come in, She screaming "Kellio"

And it's fuck that bitch who wasted my time

Teller count up the cash, while I puff on this dough

My pockets stay blue

No I ain't cripping (Bang)

Sip on this yak, I go pour up a limpton (Bang)

Aye shawty you trippen

Remember when I was down bad on my ass, Now I don't wanna listen (Bang)

I may go hang with the dawgs and break the law

I'm sorry ma, know that I'm kidding (Know that I'm Kidding)

Got connections all round my city

Traphouse like a pharmacy, Let me know what's yo prescriptions

You piss the guys off, Word to Mazi you dead

I don't want yo pussy shawty, gimme head (Hoe)

Use to wanna fuck with Ms. K

But nah, now it's fuck you, And yes bitch I said what I said

Got choppas with clips in em

Extension with a green beam

We prolly finna knock off his dreads

Don't do no dissing on the media

He posted his lo

Now we gone put em to bed

Told bro lets get this money, fuck the fame

Hit lil shawty in the benz, Like dang

Puffin this gas, This shit smell like dank

Bro whipping his mero, Shit sound like a tank

That boy greening out, That boy cannot hang

Cash rule everything around me, WuTang

They just hit the block, Better get at ya mains

Just know we gone pop out, Once I hear my name

(Let's Get It)

(Woo)

And I don't give a fuck bout this rap shit, Let's go

If a nigga got smoke, just know that we upping this bitch

And my lil niggas know how to blow

She dubbin a nigga right now

But as soon as the backdoor come in, She screaming "Kellio"

And it's fuck that bitch who wasted my time

Teller count up the cash, while I puff on this dough

(What You Gone Do)

(Talk)

In the back of the benz, love the sounds when we racing

I can switch the appearance, I'm feeling like Jayson

I ain't leave no print, so the feds can't chase me

They don't hear no sound, and we slide on a daily

Miss beating ha back, she was actin crazy

Shit cost me like 80

This a trackhawk jeep, Ain't no durango

Had to ball to the seams of these tech pants

This a bad lil bitch and she come outta france

Niggas really tried, like I had no chance

Confused like what happen

It's bout me, it's capping

They talking a lot, better get at ya mans

Put tats on my arm

I love the way that shit shows off every time I hold up the bands