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block 6 - blockas lyrics

[intro]
elevate, this mix sounds mad
sting like aybee

[verse 1: m6 devil]
glove on my hand, can’t tell about hands on my side
it was me and my ones when shh got shot
on the three double o, no plate, that’s stolen
they live in a block cause they’re scatty, get ruled on
go+go ride for your n+gga, that’s shot with the twitchiest finger (nyooh)
cause the rambz don’t touch me a ting when the maze no hidin’
this beef is fryin’, come on ma block, get caught with the ian (mhm)
all this lyin’ in the net get caught in the flesh, get diced like brian (ching)
aff’ get onto thе gang cause they know that the beef is fryin’ (thеy know)
why did the opps keep lyin’? (why)

[verse 2: king kobaa, m6 devil]
on the landin’, don’t do fist issues, they’re no longs, back it out and fish’em
017, would’ve been that fl!ck ting, wo+w+word, just been in a rushed at kitchen (ching)
now, zeds kilo rass got fl!ck ting (pow), like engies, itchin’ to slap it (slap it)
little bro tryna rask at pitch’em (done’em), shoulda turn my f+ckin’ victim
little bro got man in his head, is it him or his marjay snitchin’? (rahh)
robbin’ out in ten seconds, that’s how quick i turn 3 man victim (splash)
like little bro tryna baptize me, itch man’s head, tryna give man a cris name (ay, mayn)
like open your rass, got ends like close your mouth, little n+gga, start listenin’ (shut the f+ck up)
[verse 3: m6 devil]
slat down (pow), spin at your baby gyal that i missed your man, and it hit man’s gyal (ha+ha)
got no sosa, i raise this corn, one got l!cked and i still want more
hands in a phone when i spray you alone, bore man down till he moves no more (p+ssio)
heads get busted, joes on floors, on+on sauce, they p+ssed when they buss man’s door
caught in elandis, scream like a wh0re (ahh)
we run up in sosa and dig it at all, next day they wanna say cool (wagwan)
caught in elandis, scream like a wh0re
we run up in sosa and dig it at all, next day they wanna say cool

[verse 4: king kobaa]
best know gang aim on chattins’, pull up on packins’ for opp boy actin’ (blaow)
like gang just full in splashes, them opp boys ain’t got no mashes (they’re gone)
it’s man just step up with jooka, load that heat, leave (run him up) an opp boy damaged
i’ve seen opp boys just panic, they [?] for our sword (why you run?) and vanish
left man tarnished, walking talks and a block come clepenin’ and graftin’ (graftin’)
like i backed up wap and i hit man’s chest, made juju (poaw) in the bando laughing (haha)
and i drenched man down the mains, like left him wet like he’s bauffin’ (splash)
and i drenched man down the mains, like left him wet like he’s bauffin’ (splash)

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