Block Life ft. Big Block Lyrics

P$G

Big Block

(Huncho On The Beat Bitch)

Aye I treat the trap like a math class I'm adding up all these mf integers

Throw you a lil deal you a listener

Scream "Fuck the system" won't make me a prisoner

She lookin' pretty in missionary then I'm kissing her

Hit from the back make it clap think I'm hittin her

Smooth dude I ain't talm bout conditioner

Security cameras surround my perimeter

Aye I'm Mr. put that shit on and I'm Mr. up the lil score

Mr. smoke a whole bow

Mr. I'm with your hoe

Fuck on that bitch she can go hit the door

She on her knees feel like a freak onna floor

Ain't no thief used to steal from the store

Back when behavin' good was a chore

Now I ran it up count up 'till my fingers sore

Underground music 4 the ones stuck inna trenches

Big baller Cartier lenses

Hop out the hot boxed Lexus

Fucked this lil shorty in Texas

She wanna fuck like Alexis

Coughin' so much while I smoke onnat gas

6 feet away because this shit infectious

Almost fucked up the car I was swervin this bitch off the lean I was drivin it reckless

Pray to the lord for my blessings

Still fighting demons right now Ima get cross faded

Foreign broad she naked

Ella no habla inglés do I need to translate it

Hit from the back cause I like how she shake it

I'm gettin' super high, levitated

Smoke onnat ganja, eyes Jamaican

I get the money I can tell that you hate it

I can tell that you hate it and I be fuckin' lil shorty you dating

Pour up a 4 this shit got me sedated

Ask for a sip of my lean got me jaded

Finna tax you, pussy uh

Slap you like Will with the Smith I ain't Jaden

I got the .40 on me Ronald Reagan

Fuck all the pigs im a wolf eating bacon

WSG

Black RIP

Slidin' round town searching been lookin' for action

Block life laced up in all white posted up all night catch a play like Phil Jackson

Me and Lil Wee was just broke inna kitchen been thinkin' bout bitches looked up and we having it

I just been battling crashin'

Old school said shoot some goals you can't even imagine

Extended clip filled up with hollow, uh

Didn't want the bitch alley oop $antiago

Tell this world when I'm early serving and late night pushing this dope through "Y'all Broke"

Hot boxing the stolo with Gelato

Real life Grand Theft Auto

3rd eye on the backdoor cause these niggas sneaky hoes . . .

Aye I treat the trap like a math class I'm adding up all these mf integers

Throw you a lil deal you a listener

Scream "Fuck the system" won't make me a prisoner

She lookin' pretty in missionary then I'm kissin' her

Hit from the back make it clap think I'm hittin her

Smooth dude I ain't talm bout conditioner

Security cameras surround my perimeter

Hol up, Aye