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Lyrics:

, aye, aye, aye
Keep me on the block, block, baby block, baby what
Keep me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
32 shot Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
Keep me on the block, block, baby block, baby what
Keep me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
32 shot Glock baby, aye (Glock baby)
Badass kid with a race with the streetlight
Brand new fit, got a Glock with a g knife
Free white tee with a Crip pair of Levi
Real ass Crip, I'll never ever be slime
Fake ass bitch, she'll never ever be mine
Cut the hoe off, we don't love these felines
No conversation, he ain't got a stick
If he scared for later, I'ma shoot mine quick
Big 45 push through a nigga shit
Focus on the money, we ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch
I'm a block baby with a 6
I'm a cheat code nigga, I'ma glitch
Throw me in the game and I'm bound to get rich
Nigga turn hoe, say why them nigga switch
So many times a nigga coulda been a lick
I'ma wet a nigga up, leave his whole body drenched
Keep me on the block, block, baby block, baby what
Keep me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
32 shot Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)
Keep me on the block, block, baby block, baby what
Keep me on the block, block baby, yah (bitch)
32 shot Glock, baby Glock, baby what
32 shot Glock baby (Glock baby)
Walk in the party, I just bought a stick
Got a new Glock to go with my new fit
Niggas keep talking, I'm shooting this shit
Fuck a post up my nigga comin' right quick
My niggas gon' jam a Jay special quick
Nigga keep talking we cold with them glicks
Roll, roll, roll
Roll down the street
Got me a choppa and a 223
Effin is coming they blowin' his feed
No blowin' his head 'cause I'm aimin' for teeth
Nigga what's up, I'm gon' aim for the cheeks (ooh, bitch smoke, aye)
Big dog smoke and I got it in the back
Brother told me go get me a rack
So I went and got a pack and I made it right back
Had to make this shit double 'cause I got it like that
I got the dope in the kitchen
My niggas still wanna get millions (aye)
They see a young nigga gon' make it
So they feelin' like they can go get it
My brotha in the grind, niggas skeleton and bones
And my uncle doin' life, he ain't never comin' home
This shit really crazy 'cause I feel 'em get the stone
And these niggas don't know 'cause my mind really gone (oh)

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