BlocBoy JB – No Chorus, Pt. 13 Lyrics


No Chorus, Pt. 13 Lyrics by BlocBoy JB


(Tay Keith Fuck These N***** Up)

Ha, ha, ha wait wait yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hold on choppa give ya mans a big scar like frozone
I keep dat but I might heat but might but coat on
Des n***** cowards actors Terrence Howard
Whoop dat tricc get my hustle n flow on
I’m on bloc wit like two or 3 chops
If you riding wit them you get rode on
You pulled crime a with a another 69
If you riding wit him you get told on
Bam stay wit me I’ma flintstone
Safety I got that sacc In da end zone
God blessed a g all da shit da did wrong
From robbing to dumping at opps mak em get gone
Never gave a t.I.p just to go home
You see me in the streets N**** youn me
Caught em at da gas station in a old caprice
Let’s some air up out his tire he thought he a slow leak
Bitch I’m really from the streets had it hard concrete
Ima raptor wit this 23 Fred vanvleet
Bullets hit in da head now his heart won’t beat
If I beef about a bitch I’ll be hard on me
Walk down gang like my car on e
Still gone run wen the police freeze
N***** talking all dat Gangsta shit
Shots to his put em on da blogs N**** say cheese

I didn’t walk cross dat stage but in da hood I feel intelligent
I’ll never diss a n**** for relavance
You want some smoke with the bloc ain’t no settlements
I smoke a blunt just to get my element
My 4 pockets full lil baby
Reach my for chain I might pull a da baby
Cs in air Yelling out who the greatest p
I’ma be banging did shit till I’m eighty
Bitch I’m da on one like the matrix (neo)
No I’m not got but bacc to basics (Gotti)
I threw bullets at em but his mans caught it
Interception I guess he a safety(gott emm)
I might put diamonds on all of my bracelets
Flew with my chopper now dats a dracation
Been in shootouts up on separate occasions

Benjamin Franklin in my poccet he a racist
Shake a N**** down get naked
Heen get a pass hood heen good
We gone slime dat N**** out don’t say shit
I done stay down for a long time
Can forget the time I was living in the basement
Been a up in da hood throwin Gang
Mama look at me I told her I’m grasping
YNC living its Rest In Peace doot the doo
Ain’t wit the woo ask woo and nell
Im wit the shit yea dey call me loc poop the scoot
I’ll get you gone from the hole in the cell