T.I. - Blocka (feat. French Montana, Meek Mill & Young Dro) lyrics

[Intro] My youngin' got the chopper Once he turn around it's that “blocka, blocka, blocka!” Go hit 'em with the chopper Once he turn around it's that “blocka, blocka, blocka!” [Bridge] I know you heard me through your radio I know you heard me through your stereo 100 chains on with my fitted '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 If shorty got a**, go on, put that on me Milli in the bag, man, I put that on me [Hook] And my youngin got a chopper Once he turn around it's that “blocka, blocka, blocka!” And my youngin got the choper Once he turn around it's that “blocka, blocka, blocka!” [Verse 1] If you want it with my shooter, then n***a, pull up then He'll knock yoir a** off for a light 10 You a coward if you k** a n***a in the night then Say you gangsta, we'll k** a n***a in the light then Didn't wait 'til the police come, right then And if you don't run, it'll make you look right then God say it's to k**, he right then We all righteous, I'm the other righteous man Righteous k**ings – do it cool as a fan with it Okay, that is God's work, y'all n***as is playin' with it Manslaughter a n***a, bare hands with it That n***a a real p**y, I was in the can with him Young Dro, not the averager – solid gold damager Y'all n***as sleep, I wake 'em up like I'm Rabika I used to f** with Keisha, now I'm f**in' with Tabitha I'm in the kitchen, flippin' this cakes, no spatula [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 2] I say money is the mission, we murder without permission Kilos in the kitchen, the pot, stove in the kitchen My n***as gettin' richer 'cause n***as know they position 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 scheming, it's like, who could you f**? In this Rolls I be leanin' 'em like who gives a f**? 'Bout these n***as talkin' reckless Just know that you can be touched When that money on the line, my youngins on the line I'll put this money on your heads 'Cause 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 your radio f** around, headshots'll spill that boy's Spaghetti-Os And all my n***as tell me though Dreamchaser, Hustle Gang, n***a, you already know [Bridge] [Hook] [Verse 3] Hey girl, my youngin want that chain 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, I guess you don't do your thing I'm a mill' a movie, man, broker deals, doin' things Hustle Gang ma'f**a, all we do is get money I got 100 racks, you wanna do some sh** for me? But That crew on your back, Hustle Gang on your chest Make dope music but got other sh** to do in the rear You got a b**h, she see me gentle, I be usually fresh Retarded watch on my arm, stupid sh** on my neck We both f** her, let's help her, go ask her who do it the best I pull this sh** out her p**y, she still could feel it in her chest Who get most of the money? Who got all the respect? Head light, we get the best, let them fight for the rest I beat you all in the ride, if I'm flyin' in a jet In my 'hood you need a chopper, might get by with a TEK You hear me? [Bridge] [Hook] [Outro]