"Baller Blockin" lyrics

Too many years have gone by and we're still strugglin'
We fuss and fight, think it's time for new beginnings

Huh, once I seen Baller Blockin', I wanted to be just like 'em
She pulled up on me, I made her jaws sore, she was on her cycle
I already knew that I was gon' be worth some M's, I guess I'm psychic
All these hoes, but I'm here with you, that's 'cause I like you
Yeah, I go outside, I got that check on me, I'm signed to Nike
Don't play at college, but I get paid for my name, image, and likeness
In your projects, I deal with dog hoes, they treat me righteous
Yeah, my bitch don't like the lyrics to my song, but I ain't write it
We got chops, this shit get ugly, I'm on the jail call with cuddy
We got Glocks, like they gettin' ready for court, they got buttons
I'm with Lil' Zay when he got double cups, that shit muddy
I'm on PrizePicks, I'm tryna turn this hunnid into somethin'

Yeah, I'm the prize pick and all my bitches six-pick demons
If she jump inside this car, she eatin' dick and swallow semen
I'm from Central Street, I grew up on The Mack, money fiendin'
Gotta put the money first, these nigga really broke and beefin'
Yeah, I'm at Four Seasons with a bad Puerto Rican
I was fuckin' up Barneys, I ain't really do Neiman's
Gen5 .40, I don't really do Neiman's
Twenty thousand off in SVRN ERD, the new season, yeah
Watch me in my bag, two hundred thousand on my neck and watch
I'ma put a show on every time and watch them niggas watch
Hoes flock, they don't know nothin', they know I blow Glocks
And I apply pressure every time, nigga, I won't stop, for real

Aye, look
Nigga, kick a fuck nigga in his ass if he on paperwork
The bitch gave a nigga forty K and told me, "Make it work"
Dropped a whole eight of ol' drink, I gotta kiss it first
Nigga wanna argue with the ho because I hit it first
Bitch, they know my name at the bank, I got my chicken up
Ho was tryna offer me a shot, I had a double cup
Three white bitches in the truck, they finna fuck it up
Four chains on me to the neck and I ain't tuckin' nothin'
Baby, I'm a grown-ass man, this a plain watch
Broke nigga all up in my business sippin' fake Wock'
I ain't finna argue with no nigga, catch a face shot
Pussy hatin' from the sidelines, you a fake opp

Devil on my shoulder, I ask God to pull me closer (Closer)
Yeah, run these plays, I rock the crowd, I'm Deion up in Boulder (Okay)
You should know I'm a different type of nigga, I'm from Oakland (Okay)
The Reaper dealt my cards, I played, I won like it was poker (Come on)
Perkies got me itchin', feel like I got bed bugs
On two different drugs, roller-coaster, hands up
Oh yeah, I can't catch your bitch ass, I'm gon' beat your friends up
I'm like Webbie at the hotel, I can't pull my pants up
Fat, black, and ballin', Escalade AND1
'Cross the bridge, first stop, dry-fried, San Tung
And she asked me for a kiss, but I'm scared of meningitis
22nd on my back, I'm Derrick Henry on the Titans

Yeah, 22nd on my back, I'm Emmitt Smith when I'm in Dallas
All the opps know what's up, we was the first ones playin' tackle
Free the members out the cages, free the members out the shackles
Seen a grown man flex like fifty twenties, that shit left me baffled
It ain't shit to hit the road, bitch, I'm known for takin' risks
It ain't shit to book a flight, be out the country with my bitch
His baby mama on 22nd, takin' pictures with Jim
I spent my left pocket in Sovereign, I walked out that bitch trim
Yeah, whole kit rose, yeah, diamonds on me froze (Yeah)
Know he really wasn't on three, we just added him to the score
And the bitch do what I say, she go and get it in the snow (Facts)
I got white hoes like I'm Diggs, goin' crazy on the boat

I got white hoes like I'm Diggs, we got hats like we work at Lids
Like a bitch that do hair, I'm tryna split a nigga wig
I don't really wanna go, I don't really wanna stay