Baller Blockin

(So many years have gone by, and we're still struggling)

(We fuss and fight, making time for new burden deep)

Huh, once I seen Baller Blockin', I wanted to be just like him

She pulled up on me, I made her jaw sore, she's on her cycle

I already knew that I was gon' be worth some M's, I guess I'm psychic

All these hoes, but I'm here with you, that's 'cause I like you

Yeah, I go outside, I got that check on me, I'm signin' Nike

Don't play college, but I get paid for my name, image, and likeness

Yeah, projects, I deal with dog hoes, they treat me righteous

Yeah, my bitch don't like the lyrics to my song, but I ain't write it

We got choppers, shit get ugly, I'm on a jail call with cuddy

We got Glocks like they gettin' ready for court, they got buttons

I'm with Lil Zay when he got double cups, that shit muddy

I'm on PrizePicks, I'm tryna turn this hundred into somethin'

Yeah, I'm the prize pick and all my bitches six-pick demons

If she jump inside this car, she eatin' dick and swallow semen

I'm from Central Street, I grew up on the MAC, money fiendin'

Gotta put the money first, these niggas really broke and beefin'

Yeah, I'm in Four Seasons with a bad Puerto Rican

I was fuckin' up Barneys, I ain't really do Neimans

Gin five-forty, I don't really do Neimans

Twenty thousand up in Sovereign, ERD the new season

Yeah, watch me in my bag, two hundred thousand on my neck and watch

I'ma put a show on every time and watch them niggas watch

Hoes flock, they don't know nothin', they know I blow Glocks

And I apply pressure every time, nigga, I won't stop, for real (ay, well look)

Kick a nigga fuck nigga in his ass if he on paperwork

The bitch gave a nigga 40K and told me make it work

Dropped a whole eight of old drank, I gotta kiss it first

Nigga wanna argue with the ho because I hit it first

Bitch, they know my name at the bank, I got my chicken up

Ho was tryna offer me a shot, I had a double cup

Three white bitches in the truck, they finna fuck it up

Four chains on me to the neck and I ain't tuckin' nothin'

Baby, I'm a grown-ass man, this a plain watch

Broke nigga all up in my business sippin' fake Wock'

I ain't finna argue with no nigga, catch a face shot

Pussy hatin' from the sideline, you a fake opp

Devil on my shoulder, I asked God to pull me closer, yeah (closer)

Run these plays, I rock the crowd, I'm Deion up in Boulder, okay (Boulder)

You should know I'm a different type of nigga, I'm from Oakland (okay)

The reaper dealt my cards, I played, I won like it was Pokémon

Perkies got me itchin', feel like I got bedbugs

On two different drugs, rollercoaster, hands up

Oh yeah, I can't catch your bitch ass, I'm gon' beat your friends up

I'm like Webbie at the hotel, I can't pull my pants up (yeah)

Fat black and blue Escalade, and one

Cross the bridge, first stop, drive-fry, same time

She asked me for a kiss, but I'm scared of meningitis

22nd on my back, I'm Derrick Henry on the Titans (yeah)

22nd on my back, I'm Emmitt Smith when I'm in Dallas

All the opps know what's up, we was the first ones playin' tackle

Free the members out the cage, free the members out the shackles (yeah)

Seen a grown man flex like fifty twenties, that shit left me baffled (what the fuck?)

It ain't shit to hit the road, bitch, I'm known for takin' risks (yeah)

It ain't shit to book a flight, be out the country with my bitch

Since baby mama on 22nd takin' pictures with Jim

I spent my left pocket in Sovereign, I walked out that bitch trim

Yeah, ho, kick rolls (yeah), diamonds on me froze (yeah)

Oh, he really wasn't no threat, we just added him to the score

And the bitch do what I say, she go and get it in the snow

I got white hoes like I'm Dizz, goin' crazy on the boat

I got white hoes like I'm Dizz, we got hands that work at Lids

Like a bitch that do hair, I'm tryna split a nigga wig

(I don't really wanna go)

(I don't really wanna stay, I'm-)