𝔩𝔦𝔩 𝔩𝔬𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔡 - 6𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔠 6𝔞6𝔶 (𝔣𝔱. 𝔫𝔩𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔭𝔞) (𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭)

Lyrics:
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, Bitch
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, ayy
Bad ass kids, we was racin' with the streetlight
Brand new 'fit, got a Glock with the G Nikes
Fresh white tee with a creased pair of Levis
Real ass Crip, I'll never ever be slime
Fake ass bitch, she'll never ever be mine
Cut a ho off, we don't love these felines
No conversation, he ain't got a stick
If this get 'scalated, I'ma shoot mine quick
Big four-five push through a nigga shit
Focused on the money, we ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch
I'm a block baby with a six
I'm a cheat code, nigga, I'm a glitch
Throw me in the game and I'm bound to get rich
Niggas turned ho, said, "Why them nigga switch?"
So many times a nigga could've been a lick
I'ma wet a nigga up, leave his whole body drenched
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby
[NLE Choppa]
Catch me on the block with some Grapes, Ten Trey
And you know a nigga Crip from the M to LA
Anywhere, any day, we gon' spray choppers
Come on ándale, we gon' put the nigga in the grave
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Walk up to 'em and walk 'em down
Airlift 'em up, a assault rifle
Hit 'em and air them out
Still on the block with the gang in this bitch
Got my flag on the left and I'm letting it hang
Draco bouncing to the right and to the left
I like the glizzy better 'cause I got aim
Shit-bag him up, bullets mark him up
He talkin' too much, I left me a stain
We ain't doin' waddle-waddle, shooters full throttle
Bitch, you know we aim at your brain
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, uh
Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what?
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what?
Thirty-two shot, Glock baby
Walk in the party, I just bought a stick
Got a new Glock to go with my new 'fit
Niggas keep talking, I'm shooting this shit
Fuck a post up, my nigga comin' right quick
My niggas gon' jam a J special quick
Nigga keep talking, we come with them glicks
Roll, roll, roll, roll down the street
Got me a chop and a .223
F&N's coming, they blowin' his feet
No, blowin' his head 'cause I'm aimin' for teeth
Nigga, what's up? I'm gon' aim for the cheeks
Ooh, big smoke, ayy
Big dope smoke and I got it in the back
Brother told me go get me a rack
So I went and got a pack and I made it right back
Had to make this shit double 'cause I got it like that, what?
I got the dope in the kitchen
My niggas just wanna get millions, ayy
They see a young nigga gon' make it
So they feelin' like they can go get it, ayy
My brother in the ground, nigga, skeleton and bones
And my uncle doing life, he ain't never comin' home
This shit really crazy, couldn't feel 'em, gettin' stoned
And these niggas don't know 'cause my mind really gone