BlocBoy JB - No Chorus, Pt. 10 lyrics

[Verse] No Chorus, Pt. 10, finna cop a van Pop a n***a a** like a f**in' perc tan 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 motherf**in' mannequin If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking? Thirties all up, leave a f** 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, I'm an alley 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 f** the b**h, 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 a** 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 b**h 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 a** better know better Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta b**h I got them rounds like I'm Floyd Mayweather Mayweather, b**h I'm hot like May weather Forty on my side like we go together Y'all n***as broke and y'all hoes too p**y a** n***a I expose you (that's on my mama) She s** 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 Shot with me, shot with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery I gotta k** 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, b**h I go ham I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps We making moves and sh**, my n***as be hitting licks Shot a n***a down just like a cigarette If he also b**h and sh** Load the forty Glock up and go hit some sh** I swear we ain't missing sh** I would never ever f** on a groupie b**h Unless she give benefits [Outro] Hold up, I think I f**ed up on my a**, lyrics gotta go over Then them n***as hating on me, pull up in that Rover f**ed a b**h 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 f** on your b**h I go HAM, f** on your b**h I go HAM, yeah yeah f** her and tell her to scram, f** her and tell her to scram, ayy, yeah Green eggs and ham, ham I'm tellin' ya, I'm tellin' ya man