"Block Life" lyrics
Louis Aura
The buj got chips in it
Glock got a chip in it
Full clip, give him every grain, not a little bit
I'm with the dawgs eatin' dinner
Govin' up the sig, tell my dawg take the spinner - fair
Catch one, put it in the air, can't say a word
Lying and he ain't had them fly and he can't lay a verse
Gave my young boy the mash, tell him hush
Didn't reach there, and still every ting got fucked
That's a boss move
Turn the fire up, see the pop move
Stir it, turn it
Top shotta, buy him flu and them birds flip
Two trays, me and bro had to merge them
Double C, hold the double four, that's a bad girl
19, don't need a switch still a mess
Block life, drive the 47 out the steps
Can't get the glizzy, got to grab the four long
Shotgun tall, got to chop the nose off
When it's all down, we just call it sawn off
For them, what they talk of?
Cuh they know our
Guns be dirty, Gyal be flirty, Clap it perfect, [?] I ain't perfect
Make sure it's working before I'm lurking
Show no mercy, you're [?] close the curtains
Get the dinner pot, draw the blind quick
Show you how to double up the coke
Click it twice now the 9 bands trouble in his coat
Raffle with a scope while my killy come and get you up close, with a hunt knife
Got a man at home but the hoe and wanna give it to me one time
Lookin' suttin' nice but there's no chance
Big dance, straps see my stance and I don't dance
Finger in the air
Slap you in your melon made the thingy disappear
Forty cal rare
I can't shot it like the rum and you're mad
And if it ain't on person, there's one up in the bag
Or two actually, it's only facts from me
My shooters clap for me, my shoes match my tee
My gun match my stance, my ways match my heart
My chain bright, then bright, and when it's dark, its dark
Can't get the glizzy, got to grab the four long
Shotgun tall, got to chop the nose off
When it's all down, we just call it sawn off
For them, what they talk of?
Cus they know our
Guns be dirty, Gyal be flirty, Clap it perfect, [?] I ain't perfect
Make sure it's working before I'm lurking
Show no mercy, you're [?] close the curtains
Hello, Mr Chin
There are some men at the front here
He'll be with you, he's coming, okay?
The buj got chips in it
Glock got a chip in it
Full clip, give him every grain, not a little bit
I'm with the dawgs eatin' dinner
Govin' up the sig, tell my dawg take the spinner - fair
Catch one, put it in the air, can't say a word
Lying and he ain't had them fly and he can't lay a verse
Gave my young boy the mash, tell him hush
Didn't reach there, and still every ting got fucked
That's a boss move
Turn the fire up, see the pop move
Stir it, turn it
Top shotta, buy him flu and them birds flip
Two trays, me and bro had to merge them
Double C, hold the double four, that's a bad girl
19, don't need a switch still a mess
Block life, drive the 47 out the steps
Can't get the glizzy, got to grab the four long
Shotgun tall, got to chop the nose off
When it's all down, we just call it sawn off
For them, what they talk of?
Cuh they know our
Guns be dirty, Gyal be flirty, Clap it perfect, [?] I ain't perfect
Make sure it's working before I'm lurking
Show no mercy, you're [?] close the curtains
Get the dinner pot, draw the blind quick
Show you how to double up the coke
Click it twice now the 9 bands trouble in his coat
Raffle with a scope while my killy come and get you up close, with a hunt knife
Got a man at home but the hoe and wanna give it to me one time
Lookin' suttin' nice but there's no chance
Big dance, straps see my stance and I don't dance
Finger in the air
Slap you in your melon made the thingy disappear
Forty cal rare
I can't shot it like the rum and you're mad
And if it ain't on person, there's one up in the bag
Or two actually, it's only facts from me
My shooters clap for me, my shoes match my tee
My gun match my stance, my ways match my heart
My chain bright, then bright, and when it's dark, its dark
Can't get the glizzy, got to grab the four long
Shotgun tall, got to chop the nose off
When it's all down, we just call it sawn off
For them, what they talk of?
Cus they know our
Guns be dirty, Gyal be flirty, Clap it perfect, [?] I ain't perfect
Make sure it's working before I'm lurking
Show no mercy, you're [?] close the curtains
Hello, Mr Chin
There are some men at the front here
He'll be with you, he's coming, okay?
