Blockboytony - slaughter flow Lyrics

If the rollers box me up, I'ma take it to the chin
If they grab me up today, I hope the sharks bring out they fins
If they take my niggas from me, I'ma spin and spin again
If I make it to 18, then I'ma buy myself a Benz

Smooth guy, paper chaser, nigga, all I do is win
I'm in that load with LC and Chunks on 10 with that new gen
LC, that's my shooter cousin, that's my brother, not my friend
My nigga Chunks hella crazy, my brother always stay on 10

Santana always kept the 4nick, but the fedz is on his head
My time running pretty fast, cause all these niggas want me dead
Would you understand my pain? Go back and think about what I said
Tricky city jankies with me up in jail, end up dead

Life trifle got me stressed and need another yerket
And I ain't never pay attention cause the weed make me forget
Painkillers in my system when the nigga get upset
And I don't really have regrets, sometimes I wanna just reset

I don't really need your love because it's just my Juliet
I'm in the stoop goin' stupid, cause my palms is full of sweat
I don't lie inside, these songs, I got some scars up on my chest
And KIKEMODE, you speak on him, I'ma have to make a mess

I don't bang that Ms. Blue, we don't like the color red
Big chopper near my bed and that bitch carry hella lead
If you ain't tryna pay your fee, then sorry, I can't comprehend
But if you tryna pay a p, I recommend you bring your friend

Bleed your feet, walk that street, come back and put it in my hand
I am not a Ghostbuster, bitch, my weapons never jam
Catch a buster in the morning, we gon' feed him eggs and ham
It's mandatory, shi get mani, bitch, I gotta keep this slam

If I see that load again, I'ma push up like a ram
If they take my life today, I know this slaughter gon' be damned
So I'ma keep on movin' forward until I'm dead or in the jam
I'ma keep making these songs until I pull up in the lamb

Remember posted out the block, flippin' the QP by the gram
Bitch, I'm trippin', F-Chunk's trippin', yeah, he know I got his back
Bitch, I'm from that slaughter city, it get rainy where I'm at
It get rainy in my city, you can't slip, no, you can't lack

When you started towing poles, me and Chunkz were dressed in black
Bitch-ass niggas failed they mission, tried to kill me up in tac
If I attack, then Chunkz attacks, my niggas know to never slack
But let's beat his face in, I heard the sound of the impact

Niggas rap out this and that, but they ain't never caught a hat
You like this slaughter hill music, you gotta pay to hop on track
If they put me in the box, I'ma thug it out like Jack
I can't brag about my stats because the rollers on my ass

I know school all good and shit, but I ain't never went to class
Remember runnin' through the seasons, me and nephew chasin' chaps
I was 14 in them stolees, with a 40 on my lap
When I was 13, I had deuces and a band inside my back

Block boy tony, real hothead, it's a sin for me to lack, nigga
Ayy, it's a sin for me to lack, nigga bleed your feet, walk that street, come back and put it in my hand
I am not a Ghostbuster, bitch, my weapons never jam

We catch a buster in the morning, we gon' feed him eggs and ham
It's mandatory, shi get mani, bitch, I gotta keep this slam
Ayy, it's a sin for me to lack, nigga
Ayy, it's a sin for me to lack, nigga