Hit Da Block (Explicit)

Written by：Dae Dae

Uhm-hmmm

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

We got London on the track

Hahaha oh I like this one London

This one go hard I'm finna f**k this one up

Nah I'ma f**k this up like

Blew my first mil blew it

Rollie gold put that furniture inside my crib the newest

Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter drank

With my teacher I was flexing hard go at Keisha Keisha

Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost whew

Shooting dice at the loft with my uncle knot uh

Pissed off I can't make a number or a shot f**k

F**k it I ain't shoot no more I'm 'bout to hit the block

Hit the block late hit the block

Dime a dozen

Ride with me you will get a lot of it you will

Pride of my son he'll ride with me junior

Size 'em up got to show 'em who the biggest who who

Shot the perp coming on my f**king pivot

Straight 8 truck used to drive a Civic skrt

Want a whole 8 ball give me a minute hold on wait

You gon' fall face first it's all in your feelings b**ch

Got my first baby when I was 14 Quay

I know this sound crazy but I don't drink

I told my lady to satisfy me

'Cause baby you gon' f**k around and lose me I'm telling you

Remember I just blew my first mil

Rollie gold put that furniture inside my crib

Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter

With my teacher I was flexing hard go at Keisha

Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost

Shooting dice at the loft with my uncle knot

Pissed off I can't make a number or a shot

F**k it I ain't shoot no more I'm 'bout to hit the block

Hit the block late hit the block

Ain't got common sense no

You know I ride with them niggas that will die for me

Homicide if you f**king with my benefits go on top

But you tried if you thinking I'm not with the shits

No pot I used sh*t and piss on the concrete bricks

45 tucked on the side of me just in case she b**ch

Multiplied if you thought Dae Dae would be crease the f**k

Wonder why R&B yeah I'm listening to Lucci Lucci

And my motherf**king feelings god damn

Over there in them trenches yeah

I'm not Haitian like

Oh lord I did it yeah

I can't believe it I just

Remember I just blew my first mil damn

Rollie gold put that furniture inside my crib sheesh

Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter how the hell

With my teacher I was flexing hard go at Keisha

Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost turn up

Shooting dice at the loft with my uncle knot yeah

Pissed off I can't make a number or a shot yeah

F**k it I ain't shoot no more I'm 'bout to hit the block

Hit the block late hit the block yeah

Hit the block late hit the block yeah

Hit the block late hit the block yeah

Hit the block late hit the block yeah

Hit the block late hit the block