Rony - Block Boy lyrics

{Verse 1} {Rony} It’s getting very chilly in my city I might catch a cold Brand new bust down AP I might cop a Rollie tho That b*tch got a fat ass I might hit it tho Baby can you bring it back shawty can you drop it low I got all this money baby I can make it rain Balling on these ni**as like I’m in the NBA I swear this sh*t way too easy rap be getting me paid Boss talk ni**a no you ni**as can’t relate {Verse 2} {Rony} Hold up I’m like wait ni**a I be cruising in them wraiths ni**a I just fu*ked yo b*tch ni**a And you ain’t gone do sh*t ni**a Pull up in a foreign it’s a light show I arrive My bruthas sending shots it’s a light show we survived {Chorus} {Rony} I’m a block boy I’m a real hot boi I be cruising in the P Like I’m Pistole Pete She a bad b*tch so she gone get on her knees Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak {Verse 3} Baby I got this money I can make it rain in a second Baby say the word and I’ll make a f*ck ni**a disappear Hold up wait I’m tryna see if these ni**as really bout it These ni**as talking more than b*tches always be on they period {Verse 4} Eeeeerr, Eeeeerr I be going Eeeerr Eeeeerr, Eeeerrr I be going Eeeeerr Feeling like I’m Roddy Rich when I be in that box I gave that hoe good dick man I f*ck her till she cum {Verse 5} (Beat Drop 1:26 Sec) Always keep it G I’ll never fold on my bruthas These ni**as they be talking but I know they really acting Should’ve seen lil boy face other day I caught him lacking Feeling like I’m blue face all my money got em blue strips Free lil bro Abdul man know he facing time If you a real ni**a then you best not testify All my bruthas keep that glizzy always on they side b*tch keep calling my phone but I told her she my side {Verse 6} I don’t play Mario kart but ima hit you with them shells ni**a Pussy ni**as get slapped ni**a And snitch ni**as get whacked ni**a I know you’s a rat ni**a So don’t come to close ni**a Diamonds dancing like bachata Know these these ni**as ratatas {Chorus} I’m a block boy I’m a real hot boi I be cruising in the P Like I’m Pistole Pete She a bad b*tch so she gone get on her knees Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak {Verse 7} I know sh*t get sticky so I gotta keep a blicky No I don’t know Kodak but we a sniper gang b*tch I’m high af and I’m swerving in the range You think I give f*ck? Then you must be a lame {Verse 8} It’s time to wake em up they’ve been sleeping on my name Still remember days I was stuck up in the rain Those days are longer no more baguettes in my chain ni**as flexing on the gram with they little change {Verse 9} ni**as stressing over b*tches ni**as b*tching, snitching, ditching then they wonder why they missing ni**as always talk they missing We be shooting at the opps like it’s laser tag b*tch I’m a lion in the jungle like mufasa {Verse 10} No you ni**as can’t relate No we cannot correlate Come to close you’ll get a fade No I cannot be replaced I’m a fly ass ni**a like a weatherman I get a bag and run it back like a running back {Chorus} {Rony} I’m a block boy I’m a real hot boi I be cruising in the P Like I’m Pistole Pete She a bad b*tch so she gone get on her knees Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak