[Hook: Ski Mask The Slump God]
I done woke up on the block, block, block, block, block, block
Block boys, block boys, block boys, huh
I done woke up on the block, block, block, block, block, block
Block boys, block boys, block boys, what

[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Okay, wassup block boy, turn the Glock, boy
I know you's a opp, boy, run to the cops, boy
Hol up, bitch kissing the Tort, she sound like wart
Weight on my flow sound like kick down the door
Sharp like a sword, strong like a fort
Then I had to put the lean in Fanta, of course
Block, block, block, block, block, block, block
Just jumped the block, no hopscotch
The head that make swipper of the fox

[Verse 2: ILL Chris]
Chopping the block, chopping the block
Karate the block, chopping the block
Popping the Glock, Illy the god
Send the pot, flip it or not
Chillin in spots, grilling the ops
Heckler incost, illy will pop
Milly I rock, in cities I pop
Slicker than fox, I'm jugging it off
Press 'em like a pound sign, cross them like a hashtag
Moving that pack in a ninja turtle backpack
Ride the quip right off in a hashback
Ride back quick, man it's hot like baguette
[Hook: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Woke up on block, block, block, block, block, block
Block boys, block boys, block boys, huh
I done woke up on the block, block, block, block, block, block
Block boys, block boys, block boys, what