Hotboii
Block Lit
[Intro]
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

[Verse 1: Lil 50]
We come through with sticks, huh, ice up on my wrist, huh
They can't fuck with us 'cause we put n***as on they shit, huh
Fast shit, I can't fuck with her, she like my last bitch (My last bitch)
I live this life lavish (Lavish), ain't nothin' like the past tense (Past tense)
I know they couldn't last it (Last it), n***as, they be actin' (Actin')
They know I get active (Active), switchy, this bitch blast quick (Blast quick)
Hop up on the E-way high as fuck and go the fastest
Hope you don't think I'm lackin', I up and get to blastin' (Bah, bah)
Turned me to a demon, seen my brother in that casket (Brother in that casket)
Start sendin' n***as up and that's what turned me to a savage (Turned me to a savage)
Glock 23, it'll leave a n***a mouth lit
You can't come nowhere tryna do shit, n***a, this my shit (My shit)

[Chorus: Lil 50]
You know that you can't mob, bitch (Mob, bitch), you ain't tryna slide, bitch (Slide, bitch)
Pull up right beside 'em, drop that window, let that chop spit
Why you got a stick if you ain't tryna go and drop shit? (And drop shit)
Ain't drop a savage, then I guess you on some opp shit
We hop out, switch on the mopstick
All thirties on the Glock, bitch (Glah, glah, glah)
They say we got the streets on hot shit (Streets on hot shit)
When I pull out, I leave the lot lit (I leave the lot lit)
[Verse 2: Hotboii]
Ayy, I leave your block lit (Block lit)
7.62s, .308s when we chop shit (Brraow, brraow, brraow)
Why you actin' gangster? You ain't never drop shit (You ain't never)
Can't nobody come and save you once you locked in (Nah, nah)
We hop out on feet, yeah
We don't gotta drop window, drop ski, it's easier
Opp n***as, call them popsicles, they be freezin' up
Swear to God ain't worried 'bout no bitch, fuck a skeezer
She know I only wanna fuck, call her when I need her
In Miami with the heat
First n***a to play gon' catch a tan on the beach, come on
And you know just how it be
Gucci sneaks, Cuban links, you can't mob with a Z

[Chorus: Lil 50]
You know that you can't mob, bitch (Mob, bitch), you ain't tryna slide, bitch (Slide, bitch)
Pull up right beside 'em, drop that window, let that chop spit
Why you got a stick if you ain't tryna go and drop shit? (And drop shit)
Ain't drop a savage, then I guess you on some opp shit
We hop out, switch on the mopstick
All thirties on the Glock, bitch (Glah, glah, glah)
They say we got the streets on hot shit (Streets on hot shit)
When I pull out, I leave the lot lit (I leave the lot lit)