mizzle mac - like blocboy lyrics
like blocboy lyrics
i’m riding in a rover like
b+tch, i’m riding in a rover like ..
riding in a rover like blocboy
told that b+tch it’s over, she a cop toy
put the blunt out on the top porch
the piece’ll come out, it is not coy
she like the way i’m ballin’, and i’m not troy
saw the sack, got to smiling, said, “i got more”
talking rap, she mad nicki in the top four
i’m bout to nap i put the sticky in the top drawer
i’m bout to zap, i’m bout to blow, i’m bout to spazz
pockets fat, i get the dough, i get the cash
n+ggas cap, think ion know, and i just laugh
boy it’s a wrap, you gotta go, it ain’t gone last
hit up my bro, i’m bout to bolt
i’m bout to dash
feel like jimmy with the stick, i ‘gotta blast’
acting stingy with this b+tch, ain’t trynna pass
b+tch i’m floating on this beat, like it’s boat
n+gga begging on his feet, ain’t getting choach
on they necks, foot on they back like he roach
a life path 1 so i don’t nеver fly in coach
steady winning, evеry meal we do a toast
talking money, but it’s rarely that we boast
i don’t really do much playing, i’m the coach
on these n+ggas like they wild and we poach
i got diamonds on my chest and on my throat
riding in a rover like blocboy
told that b+tch it’s over, she a cop toy
put the blunt out on the top porch
the piece’ll come out, it is not coy
she like the way i’m ballin’, and i’m not troy
saw the sack, got to smiling, said, “i got more”
talking rap, she mad nicki in the top four
i’m bout to nap i put the sticky in the top drawer
riding in a rover like blocboy
told that b+tch it’s over, she a cop toy
put the blunt out on the top porch
the piece’ll come out, it is not coy
she like the way i’m ballin’, and i’m not troy
saw the sack, got to smiling, said, “i got more”
talking rap, she mad nicki in the top four
i’m bout to nap i put the sticky in the top drawer
(kay lions)
yea, yea
what the f+ck i’m gon’ do with these racks on me?
we get the gram n+gga then we flip it, you know how i move with them packs on me
yea you know how i move with them packs on me
whole lotta money on me, n+ggas know i move with them racks on me
i can’t f+ck with you n+ggas, n+ggas turn snake
i swear to god these n+ggas turn rat on me
them n+ggas’ll rat on me
got a .40 on me, if you trippin’ on me
i swear to god n+gga (?)
i ran up on this b+tch, imma dump on this b+tch
and you think that i’m playin’
yea, yea
homie aim at yo’ head
yea, yea.. oops
feds just did a sweep, and i went out the back doe
i been trappin’ a lot but i need to trap more
hold on
keep the drum like a rockstar
going vroom like a nascar
smoke a wood then i take off
(going vroom like a nascar
smoke a wood then i take off)
riding in a rover like blocboy
told that b+tch it’s over, she a cop toy
put the blunt out on the top porch
the piece’ll come out, it is not coy
she like the way i’m ballin’, and i’m not troy
saw the sack, got to smiling, said, “i got more”
talking rap, she mad nicki in the top four
i’m bout to nap i put the sticky in the top drawer
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