Hustle Gang - Blocka (feat. french montana, young dro, meek mill, t.i.) lyrics

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Hustle Gang - Blocka (feat. french montana, young dro, meek mill, t.i.) lyrics

My youngins got a Glock Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka Go, hit em with the choppa It's the blocka blocka blocka I know you heard me through yo radio I know you heard me through yo stereo 100 chains on with my Figaro Bout to k** the game, n***a here we go And I pull that on me And the feds got a case, try to put that on me And Shawty got a a**, go on, put that on me Millie in the bag man, I put that on me And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka If you homie with my shooter then n***a pull up then He'll knock yo a** off for a light 10 Yo a coward if you k** a n***a in the night then Say you gangsta, way k** em, meet me in the light then They don't wait til the police call, white then And if you don't want it, have em makin more white then God say I turn to k** he right then We all righteous, member of the Righteous Men Righteous k**ers, do it cool as the fam with it That is Godwork, yall n***as is playin with it Manslaughter a n***a, bare hands with it And we go, real p**y, I was in the can with it I'm Young Dro, not the avenger Solid gold davenger Yall n***as sleep, I wake em up like awerika I used to fall with Keishas, now I'm f**in with character I'm in the kitchen, flippin this case, no spatula I know you heard me through yo radio I know you heard me through yo stereo 100 chains on with my Figaro Bout to k** the game, n***a here we go And I pull that on me And the feds got a case, try to put that on me And Shawty got a a**, go on, put that on me Millie in the bag man, I put that on me And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka I say money is the mission, we murder without permission k**s in the kitchen, the product's off in the kitchen My n***as getting richer cuz n***as know they positioned If money talk then all you broke n***as should listen Everybody hatin on me, it's like who could you trust? All these hoes out here skinning, it's like who could you f** In this Rolls I be leanin em like who gives a f** But these n***as talkin reckless, just know that you can be touched When that money on the line, my hands on the line I put that money on yo heads, all this money on my mind n***a And you don't wanna see me shine n***a time is money so I put some money on my time n***a I know you hear me on yo radio f** around headshots, spin that voice for Gatti O And all my n***as tell me though Dream chaser, Hustle Gang n***a, you already know I know you heard me through yo radio I know you heard me through yo stereo 100 chains on with my Figaro Bout to k** the game, n***a here we go And I pull that on me And the feds got a case, try to put that on me And Shawty got a a**, go on, put that on me Millie in the bag man, I put that on me And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka Hey girl my youngin want action He run up with that thing Even if he don't let it bang I bet you won't do a thing You ain't ballin like I'm ballin, hundred G up in yo thing I'm a million movie man, gor for deal and do yo thing Hustle Gang muhf**a, all we do is get money I got 100 racks, you wanna do this sh** forever That crew on yo back, Hustle Gang, you cheer Make dough our music but got other sh** to do in the rear You got a b**h, she see me gentile, I be usually friend Retarded, watchin my arm, stupid sh** on my neck We both f** er, let's help er, go ask er who do it the best I pull her sh** out of prison, she stuck a feel in her chair So get most of the money? Who got all the respect Head light, we get the best, let em fight for the rest I beat you all gonna ride, if I'm flyin in a jet My hood, you need choppa, might get by all the tech, you hear me? I know you heard me through yo radio I know you heard me through yo stereo 100 chains on with my Figaro Bout to k** the game, n***a here we go And I pull that on me And the feds got a case, try to put that on me And Shawty got a a**, go on, put that on me Millie in the bag man, I put that on me And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka And my youngin got a choppa Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka