Retch - Blockwork lyrics

[Production by Crank] [Intro] Like… like Hmm [Verse 1: RetcH] Free the Biggavel, I'll forever bring the wave (wave, wave) Going hard in my J's Looping these b**hes then f** out they brains Gold wearing b**hes getting f**ed in their things Gold a** watch with the gold a** ring Looking like I just got hit with a check Nah mother f**er I just left the connect Copped in the morning, bagged it up 'til the evening 2000 pills, they was gone in a weekend Young ‘Lo God, I be Polo to my penis Fogo de Chão, penne with a**orted cheeses Jesus, we just hopped up on the scene and Like we was some new d**, got these n***as fiending Police scheming, got me at the precinct Now I'm in the county jail chilling, watching TV Laughing with the homies, on the court balling See you when I see you, I be out in the morning Called up my favorite b**h, feeling kinda horny Left her in her sleep, made her wake up in the morning Back chasing this money Touch mine, that's gunplay No MMG, but this SMG will rip through your fiend Now that's R.I.P, Like [Hook] Pour the liquor he dead n***a Replays in my head, n***a Hit the church and go confess my sins Lord forgive me, I'll never do it again Left the cathedral, lit the refer Seen a bum, so I bought him pizza Told me, “thank you” said, “it's nothing” That last lick got you n***as stunting So I'm breaking bread with my Black folk Cause the homie told me I'm the last hope He said, “yo, forreal, just get us out the hood” So that's what I'ma do because I told him I would Cause I'm a man of my word, that's all that I got Peace to my grandpa and peace to my pops Peace to my b**hes and peace to my gwap Peace to my mother and peace to my block [Interlude] Hello? (Yo) Yo, what's good, n***a? (What's good man, what's up man, got that blockwork?) Man you know we stay with that blockwork my n***a what you mean bruh? (Nahmean, like, I came short, I got five hundred) Everything or nothing, b, uou, n***a, you still owe from the last time too and I ain't even text you on that, matter fact, you said you got five hundred n***a, come through and bring that sh** over here right now man (n***a I'm saying, like, why you calling that sh**, man?) [Verse 2: A.I.] b**h you know I'm ‘bout that dough I'm smoking potent Got that Backwoods forward motion You can make it rain I told them b**hes chill cause Ima make it snow I'm ‘bout my chicken b**h, I'm talking ‘bout that fettuccine And when you see me leaning b**h Just know that I be on road for the cash I checks n***as, ex-Pac sh** Put a X on ‘em My yellow tape, I smoke good Then let that sh** ventilate My dick on your dinner plate These f** n***as they gonna hate Ain't sh** funny when you need dough You better hustle n***a, you need O's Shout out to all of the b**hes I s** BX to Jersey A.I. and young RetcH Money is money I get to the money You saving it n***a I'm blowing them checks All black cause I'm k**ing sh** Slow mo cause I'm sippin' I'm tatted up, got them Ray-Bans, all them all black Religions I talk slick like a can of grease No [?] but I'm pimping I need two blunts and one double cup and a bad b**h That's simple You pulling up in them Bentley's And we all know that's a rental Don't trick n***a, you b**h n***a, just act sentimental [Hook] [Outro] Cause I'm a man of my word That's all that I got Peace to my mother and peace to my block (Oh my God, you are doing the most, I'm about to hit an old lady in the street and sh**. Alright, ready?) Yeah (Blackout Boys, the mafia, b**h)