D-Block

(feat. J-Hood) [J-Hood]

***** what what what [Sheek]

Twin yall ****** ready [J-Hood] yeah yeah yeah [Sheek]

She here to put the clack clack in this

Crack pack in this

**** in this like

I had a six pack of

Genus ****** know that the flow be wicked

Been nice since

Tri Backs can they kick it

Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it

So be it take let your boyfriend see it

US gangsta but all my guns be

Soviet Jake did it gon take em up to

I D it Chain hanging out but

I ain't talking about jewelry

Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery

Put a hole in a big ass social security

Been this way be for

I even reached maturity

***** they all book me quicker

Cuz I'm worth more, like a

Jam Master

J sticker

Alive but you can still pull out liquor

Gotta dead serious flow

I'm about to blow yeah [Chorus: repeat 2X]

D-Block (where my ****** at)

D-Block (where my *****es at)

D-Block (where them gangstas at)

D-Block (where the shankstas at) [J-Hood]

J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle

Who the **** want to beef

Louch pass me the pistol

I'm about to let him ring like a phone

He used to have a good head on his shoulders

But now the **** gone

D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks

It's for them ******

****ie Dan throwin it up rocking

Chucks Like pimples ************

I'm all in your face

You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced

What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types

**** your bikes,

***** I smoke more than exhaust pipes

You know those new 7-60's yeah

I got 2 One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue

When I'm riding on the track like a surf board

I'm on the block pitching what the **** you think

I got the word for

Walk with me ************ we taking over the streets

Let em warn all your peeps

Hood coming at they street [Chorus] [Sheek]

Seek a ****ing crook

Stake your house out know what your momma cook

**** her with a broom

**** the movie when

I'm there its a panic room

****** start to stutter, please don't cut my mother

I'm too ****ing gutter clip on top of each other 2 twelve gages take you threw the stages

Bullets running low but yours been there for ages

Cob web ****** iced out slob like

I'm on a ****ing bob sled ******

I'll talk to yall ******

I ain't trying to shout

Why fit in with

Sheek was born to stand out

You'll get pretzeled up twist in half

Long **** with the black spots like a giraffe

Clear my path when the guy walking

How you try getting in the club

I hope you jump in my coffin

Besides D-

Block I don't see that often [Chorus 4x]