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blocboy jb – nike swoosh (feat. yg) lyrics

[intro: blocboy jb]
tay keith, f–k these n-gg-s up
hah, hah, hah

[verse 1: blocboy jb]
ayy we gon’ pull up with them sticks and make ’em lay down (and make ’em lay down)
i got a glock, it got a d-ck, and i’ma spray now (graow baow)
that n-gg- talkin’ like a b-tch, ayy what you say now? (word, word)
and i just put fifty up in a lil k round (k round)
gun to your mouth, tell me what you gon’ say now b-tch (say now)
ooh, i just spent fifty on jewels (ooh)
ooh, you know i ball like caillou (caillou)
poof, put a n-gg- -ss on the news (news)
shoot, then i make a song called shoot (shoot)
ice on my wrist and it cost ’bout a coupe (word)
i f–k your b-tch and i drop her like oops (that’s on my mama)
oops, i just dropped her like oops (oops)
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh (let’s do it)
these n-gg-s, i call ’em twitter the tiger (tiger)
you are not a hitter you a typewriter (you a typewriter)
i’ma spark a n-gg- like a big lighter (big lighter)
smash on your b-tch, that’s a one-nighter (one-nighter)
i’d rather get jumped before i start running (running)
hit the dash cuz, don’t you see the cops comin’? (they comin’)
we gone (gone), i was on the block late night servin’ cones (cones)
y’all was in house when the streetlight came on (that’s on my mama)
you know my ty with the chrome (word)
he on the t-rike, he got roam (yeah, yeah)
hundred f–kin’ shots at his dome (yeah yeah yeah)

[chorus: blocboy jb]
oops, i just dropped her like oops
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh
oops, i just dropped her like oops
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh
baby let’s do it like nike swoosh

[verse 2: yg]
400, uh, uh
down, said it go down down down, said it go down down down
you flex on the ‘gram, how?
you don’t trap, you ain’t flip fifty pounds, wow (uh-oh)
deuce deuce twenty-five, thirty-eight, forty glock, four-five
my gun game got style, uh
n-gg-s know i’m down to slide, double homicide
do a n-gg- foul (400)
keep the glock c-cked, i’m first to start bustin’
you swear you a shooter, i swear i saw you runnin’
you td ain’t turnt down, n-gg-s can’t tell me nothin’
you ain’t lit b-tch, shut up and start f–kin’
ooh, i had to ice out the crew, ooh
i had to f–k with the blue, ooh
blocboy, yg in a coupe, ooh
what’s the color of the car? suuwoop
red and blue come together, that’s a zoo, ooh
go against the gang, that’s a lose, ooh
man y’all lil n-gg-s got somethin’ to prove, ooh
what you learn at high school, shoot
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, b-tch i got the juice
ooh, ooh, ooh, b-tch i had a shootout, b-tch, it made the news
ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah that right there it put me in the mood
ooh, ooh, ooh, don’t get shot b-tch, touchin’ my jewels

- blocboy jb lyrics

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