Tay Beatz - Da Block Hot lyrics

[Hook: Lil Capp] The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 riding around, trying to patrol the sh** But we control sh**, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 on the strip, fifty in the clip And if they kick the door, sh**, I'ma let it rip [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Police kicked my door in, shawty, last night I'll be damned if I don't go out with a fight My girlfriend said she need some new shoes and a bag I said, "Shut the f** up and get off your a**" Me and Capp busting bricks down the Michael Vicks One-fifty for a seven of that rock sh** Hit Squad Taliban on that hood sh** Cobra Squad in Clayco, y'all could s** my dick A thirty-pack of pills and a quarter-pound of mid We on that young n***a sh**, trying to get rich And till the day I die, I'ma stay fresh and fly And live life everyday motherf**ing high [Hook: Lil Capp] The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 riding around, trying to patrol the sh** But we control sh**, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 on the strip, fifty in the clip And if they kick the door, sh**, I'ma let it rip [Verse 2: Lil Capp] Tell Cartel to meet me at the Texaco I got love for my plug, he from Mexico Snitching-a** n***as singing like the opera Keep your mouth closed or talk to the chopper What up, Cartel? My [?] The trap bumping on this strong and [?] Mary-Kate and Ashley got my hands ashy He from out of town, so I had to test him I'm up all night and getting no sleep But I'm so geeked, [?], Grove Street Bomb on my nuts, pistol in the cut You've got to juug? (oh let's do it) 'Cause I f**ed my money up [Hook: Lil Capp] The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 riding around, trying to patrol the sh** But we control sh**, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 on the strip, fifty in the clip And if they kick the door, sh**, I'ma let it rip [Verse 3: Cartel MGM] Sure Waka Flocka tell them that they on deck Drop ten on me, come back on a Tuesday Police watching, I don't give a sh** I keep moving bales, I keep busting bricks Everybody in the trap got a full clip Bald head Mexicans on some good sh** Trap life, count money, and kush burning J's knocking on the door, so I started serving Cartel, Flocka, and Capp in one room Counting six mill in my grandma's living room Cartel, Flocka, and Capp in one room Counting six mill in my grandma's living room [Hook: Lil Capp] The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 riding around, trying to patrol the sh** But we control sh**, tell the cartel to bring some more bricks The block hot, the hood on fire The trap bunking and the J's wanna get high 12 on the strip, fifty in the clip And if they kick the door, sh**, I'ma let it rip