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blocboy jb - rover 2.0 (feat. 21 savage) lyrics

[intro: blocboy jb]
coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too
poof, i just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon’ eat the crew
bread up in the gang, you would think that bagg was comin’ through (word)
smile in my face but like a plastic bag i see through you
tay keith, f–k these n-gg-s up
yeah you f–ked ’em up with this one tay keith
hah, hah, hah
you got blocboy jb, tay keith produced it
word, word, word, word, word
that cash talk, money long
shows getting booked
chopper fired at a motherf–ker’s dome
hoes getting took
and if he playin’, man he still won’t make it home
whole lot of bloc nation block n-gg-s in your -ss
ayy what you on cuz?

[chorus: blocboy jb]
riding in the motherf–king rover (skrrt, skrrt)
n-gg- talkin’ down, i don’t know ya (huh?)
made a hundred plays in the focus (skrrt)
gotta maintain, stay focused (that’s on my mama)
riding in the motherf–king rover (word)
n-gg- talkin’ down, i don’t know ya (i don’t know ya)
made a hundred plays in the focus (skrrt)
gotta maintain, stay focused

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
headshot a n-gg- -ss to see what his mind do
catch him at a red light or a f–kin’ drive-thru (that’s on my mama)
n-gg- playin’ with the crew like we ain’t gon’ shoot (woo woo)
ooh-woo, now them grapes come through (ooh-woo)
first 48 and yellow tape keep you from comin’ through
i ain’t been asleep in ’bout five days (five days)
my n-gg-s crackin’ card, they made five plays (five plays)
when i see you n-gg-s man, you know it’s die day (it’s murder)
and my n-gg-s up with burners shootin’ sideways (doon-doon-doon)
i know where you stay, and i know where you be posted (you posted)
lil juice got the drac’, we do drive-bys in a rover (a rover)
i just sold an eight to a white boy in the ‘dova (a white)
but really he just played ’cause it was some baking soda (finesse)

[verse 2: 21 savage]
ridin’ in the f–kin’ bentayga (yeah)
salt k!ll snails, not playas (yeah)
my baby mama with it, she’ll mace ya
every n-gg- with me on that gang stuff
slaughter gang, we came to shoot your kickback up (21)
n-gg- disrespect me, he get sh-t-bagged up (21)
we done with her, come and pick your b-tch back up (21)
i ran off on the plug and i ain’t even picked back up
he got sent to the voicemail, he from austell (say what?)
n-gg-s with that instagram, i’m at your doorstep (21)
pump blew him in the kitchen from the doorstep (d-mn)
b-tch we bring that big smoke, i’m talkin’ horse breath (wham)

[verse 3: blocboy jb]
coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too
poof, i just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon’ eat the crew
bread up in the gang, you would think that bagg was comin’ through (word)
smile in my face but like a plastic bag i see through you
k!llers in my motherf–king circle (yah)
i bang the c, half a circle (crip)
it’s first degree, i’ll murk ya (rahhh rahhh)
take your head off on purpose (doon-doon-doon)

[interlude: blocboy jb]
hah, y’all n-gg-s know what the f–k goin’ on n-gg-
n-gg- better stop playin’ ‘fore his mama end up layin’, you heard me?
real, on crip n-gg-
whole lotta gang sh-t n-gg-, grape street n-gg-
hey, hey, yeah yeah yeah

- blocboy jb lyrics

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