"Block Is Hot" lyrics
Snappin' and postin', a nigga got on, now they taggin' the bros for a feat' (Facts)
I could be bad to the bone or be baggin' these hoes, but I'm back in my zone to compete
Yeah, if they talk on the low, let 'em talk on the low 'cause that talk don't mean nothin' to me
I'm lacking the low, but I'm owning the peace
Two bags in a row, shootin' floaters for three, uh
Niggas get money and start acting funny, I got me a bag, and I bought me a bottle (On God)
Bro got some weed that he packin' in Fronto, I look at him once, and he pass the Gelato
Done with the nasty lil' bitch 'cause I know that she goin', this money gon' buy me a model
Done tryna fit with these niggas, ain't friendly with niggas, I know they'll be gone by tomorrow
Driving up fast, a digital dash, I'm whippin' it past the street (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I like the bitches with ass, a lil' pizzazz, and keeping it classy, B
I don't like niggas who ask to get 'em some cash, the money ain't own a seat
You never be at where you 'posed to be
That's why you would never be close to me, ah
Poppin' the most shit (Shit)
Take off the coat, stick, ayy (Stick)
I don't want no skin (Nah)
I want the throat, bitch (Facts)
Prada or nada, get Louis for mama, I treat 'Lenciaga like ugly Giuseppe
They wanna know why I'm cocky and proper, 'cause when I first started, ain't nobody help me
It was on a random Thursday, I heard a bird say
"Niggas that's gon' claim they loyal to you move the worst way"
Bought a brand-new thing that skrrt the lot when I just turn lanes
I could never turn into a bop or to a sure-mate
Trappin' out the crib, I talked to gang, and the block is hot
8 a.m., he opening, he closing at 7 o'clock
Left hand got millennium, the other, a Gen6 Glock
Claim a bitch, I could not
Love a bitch, I could not
Every day, get to the money, the pot of gold ain't gonna wait 'til it's sunny
I've been rollin' off a pack of that fetish, I want the lettuce and the carrots, I'm hungry
Father time never waited on niggas, and Mother Nature been upset 'cause it's storming
Life a bitch, but I'm keeping her cummin'
I know all these bitches fuckin' (Ee-er, ee-er)
I'm in the sheets, said, "Fuck the world," and got it horny (Cuban links)
My Beamer's clean, like, "Fuck you think? I keep it on me" (From the sheets)
Took toilet seats back to the streets, won't see 'em next morning
I'm on the rise to riches, bride is Benjis
Fuck it, I'm done with recording, ah
I could be bad to the bone or be baggin' these hoes, but I'm back in my zone to compete
Yeah, if they talk on the low, let 'em talk on the low 'cause that talk don't mean nothin' to me
I'm lacking the low, but I'm owning the peace
Two bags in a row, shootin' floaters for three, uh
Niggas get money and start acting funny, I got me a bag, and I bought me a bottle (On God)
Bro got some weed that he packin' in Fronto, I look at him once, and he pass the Gelato
Done with the nasty lil' bitch 'cause I know that she goin', this money gon' buy me a model
Done tryna fit with these niggas, ain't friendly with niggas, I know they'll be gone by tomorrow
Driving up fast, a digital dash, I'm whippin' it past the street (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I like the bitches with ass, a lil' pizzazz, and keeping it classy, B
I don't like niggas who ask to get 'em some cash, the money ain't own a seat
You never be at where you 'posed to be
That's why you would never be close to me, ah
Poppin' the most shit (Shit)
Take off the coat, stick, ayy (Stick)
I don't want no skin (Nah)
I want the throat, bitch (Facts)
Prada or nada, get Louis for mama, I treat 'Lenciaga like ugly Giuseppe
They wanna know why I'm cocky and proper, 'cause when I first started, ain't nobody help me
It was on a random Thursday, I heard a bird say
"Niggas that's gon' claim they loyal to you move the worst way"
Bought a brand-new thing that skrrt the lot when I just turn lanes
I could never turn into a bop or to a sure-mate
Trappin' out the crib, I talked to gang, and the block is hot
8 a.m., he opening, he closing at 7 o'clock
Left hand got millennium, the other, a Gen6 Glock
Claim a bitch, I could not
Love a bitch, I could not
Every day, get to the money, the pot of gold ain't gonna wait 'til it's sunny
I've been rollin' off a pack of that fetish, I want the lettuce and the carrots, I'm hungry
Father time never waited on niggas, and Mother Nature been upset 'cause it's storming
Life a bitch, but I'm keeping her cummin'
I know all these bitches fuckin' (Ee-er, ee-er)
I'm in the sheets, said, "Fuck the world," and got it horny (Cuban links)
My Beamer's clean, like, "Fuck you think? I keep it on me" (From the sheets)
Took toilet seats back to the streets, won't see 'em next morning
I'm on the rise to riches, bride is Benjis
Fuck it, I'm done with recording, ah
Writer(s): Tyler Gabriele
