BlocBoy JB
No Chorus, Pt. 10
[Intro]
Tay Keith, fuck these n***as up
Shit (Ha, ayy, word), shit
Gotta take a shit (Word), gonna fuck your bitch (Yeah)
Get to takin' shit, fuck your bitch up on her knees, man, you know what I did
Hahaha (Ayy, ayy, ha)

[Verse]
No Chorus, Pt. 10, finna cop a van
Pop a n***a ass like a fuckin' Perc' 10
Hit him with the bag like I'm in the first dance
Thirty to his back, leave him gone with the wind
I'm gettin' head like a motherfuckin' mannequin
If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking?
Thirties all up, leave a fuck n***a vanishing
I hit him up, ain't gon' lie, it was challenging
Say he getting money but where it's at?
I'm the alley, O'Malley cat
I'm in the jungle with lions and birds
To the left, that's how I like my hat (crip)
Freak hoes, I'm striking it
Beat 'em up, Mike Tyson it
Fuck the bitch, he ain't liking it
Made a post 'bout me, lost his life today
I'm 'bout to pull up
I'm driving fast, I thirtied the mag, you know what it's full of
He 'bout to crash 'cause I shot his ass before he could look up
That n***a shook up, brain got took up, names got looked up
Commissary, get your books up
What's wrong with him?
AR to his head, I'm 'bout to dome-split him
Heard a n***a want me dead, I had to go'n get him
Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him
My money long n***a
Yours small, mine tall, get your own n***a
I was only fourteen beating grown n***as
Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long n***a
Ain't no way that I'ma miss and hit the wrong n***a
Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever
Bitch I keep the eagle, no feather
Shoot a n***a just for the pleasure
N***a better not play 'bout my cheddar
N***a's ass better know better
Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta
Bitch I got them rounds like I'm Floyd Mayweather
Mayweather, bitch I'm hot like May weather
Forty on my side like we go together
Y'all n***as broke and y'all hoes too
Pussy ass n***a I expose you (that's on my mama)
She suck my dick, baby girl got no tooth
Connect with the plug like I'm wifi or bluetooth
I remember days when I had to wear Fubu
When you a nail everybody wanna screw you
Shop with me, shop with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery
I gotta kill him, on crip ain't no stopping me
He tried to play me like I was monopoly
Damn, damn, scratch a n***a out his Lamb
2013 Lito, bitch I go HAM
I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps
We making moves and shit, my n***as be hitting licks
Shot a n***a down just like a cigarette
If he on some business shit
Load the forty Glock up and go hit some shit
I swear we ain't missing shit
I would never ever fuck on a groupie bitch
Unless she give benefits
[Outro]
Hold up, I think I fucked up on my ass, lyrics gotta go over
Then them n***as hating on me, pull up in that Rover
Fucked a bitch last night, only bought her a soda
Gang, and I'm up off in a Lamb, I pull up, whip through in a Lamb, yeah yeah yeah
Fuck on your bitch I go HAM, fuck on your bitch I go HAM, yeah yeah
Fuck her and tell her to scram, fuck her and tell her to scram, ayy, yeah
Green eggs and ham, ham
I'm tellin' ya, I'm tellin' ya man