Slim Jesus - On The Block lyrics

[Intro] Ay ay, gang gang gang! [Full verse] b**h I'm on the block, I got my tool on me Cause I got all this money, and this j**elry on me My mob is no b**h, ain't no fool in me And if you talking to the cops, you ain't cool with me This hoe wanna be my wife, but I ain't cuffing sh** Tell that b**h eat eat, she can s** a dick And tell that f**boy talking sh**, he can eat a clip All them guns on IG, but he ain't bout sh** f** all the Twitter beef, I don't sneak diss I'll show up at on his porch with that .45 Have him running out the back like a lil b**h Shooting in the window, now his bro hit If you hanging with the opps, you an opp too And when shots get fired, you get shot too Haters wanna sneak diss, 'til we come through Run up on his a**, show him what that mob do I keep my nine tucked right behind that Fendi And all I really want is them blue Benjies On the block, all day, and I'm drinking Henny And if a goofey want smoke, then we got plenty Reaching for my chain, shoot him in his neck Big 30, in this 40, make him [?] two step Yelling "f** you, and your gang", you don't get respect Made me call a k**a [?], hit you with that Tech And if you scared to catch a case, you can't hang with us Bang with us, gang with us, got them thangs with us If the opps pull up, we'll rearrange in them Fully loaded .30 clips, and we bang in them I know the rules of the game, I can't cuff a thot I hit the box two times, 'til it kick rocks Pa** her a** to the gang, and I hit the block 'Til I got a couple bands tucked in my rocks Real savages, I'm still with my day-ones In the same streets, where they tote guns Gotta keep a strap, can't come without one If he catch me lacking, stomp him in my A1's Run up on us wrong, and we up in Glocks Knock your head off your shoulders with that red dot Gun shot, gun shot, now the block hot But we still outside, yelling "f** the cops" [Outro] Gang gang gang, y'all know what the f** we coming [?] Sweet Run up on the gang, you going to sleep in the street, b**h