lpb poody - on the block lyrics
[hook]
late night on the block til my face get crusty (i’m poody)
cain’t go to sleep cause i’m steady chasin’ money (no sleep)
n-gg-s playin’ games, y’all somethin’ like jumanji (playin games)
block on fire, but the trap steady bubblin’ (hot, hot)
ain’t sh-t sweet, f-ck n-gg-, we be thuggin’ it (we do)
run up on vhari and that sh-t can get ugly (real ugly)
my team some sack chasers that sh-t there is lovely (bout the paper)
always been about the money, n-gg-, f-ck the comedy (no laugh)
[verse]
carver sh-r-s raised me ever since i was a jit (streets)
out here on my on, late night, hittin’ licks (on my own)
pull a linebacker, all he wanna do is blitz (aye)
lil dennis really out here, but he be with the sh-ts (okay, okay)
keep your own lil bruh, cause i don’t really need a thot (i don’t need the hoe)
my money never slow down, tryna stack it to a knot (to a knot)
mind on some other sh-t, i be tryna plot (i really do)
carver sh-r-s a clinic, we’ll give your -ss a shot
posted at the park or you can catch us in the trenches
not weave, but all our glocks come with extensions (d-cks)
n-gg-s be on they period, actin’ like some b-tches (some b-tches)
all my n-gg-s tied in we connected like some st-tches (we tied in)
die or play with sticks, but growed up around switches (aye)
you n-gg-s better lace up, because you really trippin’ (okay, okay)
you really trippin’, y’all play, every night i’m tryna get it (tryna get it)
i can se you don’t be on it, boy, i gotta stay consistent
show me where the money at, imma scope it late night (okay, okay)
dead presidents, my pockets lookin’ like a grave site (okay, okay)
put the [?] on the left, had to get my sh-t right (get it right)
too fly for you n-gg-s, you could never reach this height (gang, gang, gang)
[hook]
late night on the block til my face get crusty (i’m poody)
cain’t go to sleep cause i’m steady chasin’ money (no sleep)
n-gg-s playin’ games, y’all somethin’ like jumanji (playin games)
block on fire, but the trap steady bubblin’ (hot, hot)
ain’t sh-t sweet, f-ck n-gg-, we be thuggin’ it (we do)
run up on vhari and that sh-t can get ugly (real ugly)
my team some sack chasers that sh-t there is lovely (bout the paper)
always been about the money, n-gg-, f-ck the comedy (no laugh)
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