BlocBoy JB - Feature lyrics

At least 10 bands for a motherf**ing feature At least 10 bands for a feature I be in the hood, well-respected like a preacher Gucci Louis sneaker Your b**h, she a eater I f** her, then leave her You thug because you treat her Go to the pawn shop then get my mags up n***as p**y when they see me they gon’ call for backup Got that 40 on me homey, I’ma never lack up Yeah my n***as moving work, you can call us tractors Why n***as wanna be the big bad wolf? If a n***a diss the Bloc, he gon’ get his a** whooped He gon’ get his f**ing chain took, and his brains took Body bag him, now his [?], his name Wayne Brook I [?] for my b**h, now she mad at me Keep that bag with me, like I’m an athlete Rollie on my wrist, and I bust down the [?] And I got pounds of weed, I keep them rounds with me Wrist froze, ears cold, but my chain and mouth gold Hide your b**hes, hide your hoes when you see me n***a And every time you beat your hoe, that’s a DV n***a Can’t see me, I Stevie n***as Gla**es on, I 3D n***a Chicken, chicken, chicken Egg, egg, egg And I’m in this b**h and [?] yeah yeah yeah Off the dome with it, off the dome with it n***a playing with the Bloc, he get dome splitted He get dome splitted, he get dome splitted If a n***a talking too ignorant, we gon’ shoot 50 We gon’ shoot 50, we gon’ shoot 50 We got [?], we got your boo wit it I’ma let your boo [?], let the crew hit it f**ing on your boo boo, and she let the crew hit it You know what’s going on n***a You know we blowing strong n***a Got your b**h in her thong n***a And you got kiss her when she gets home, n***a Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc It’s Bloc Bloc Bloc Bloc Yeah, Yeah