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Drew Swace - From Da Blocc Lyrics



Drew Swace - From Da Blocc Lyrics
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Yea
Yea Yea
Yah Yea
Swacey baby from the
Lets speak on the shit that i did
The rhymes and the shows
And the feins and the dope
Count my dough on the floor in the crib
Lotta reefer get rolled in the spliff
Told the reaper i got more to give
Cus shit ah get filthy
Niggas tried killed me
I gotta roll with the grip
Wont let ma dig a hole for da kid
Yea
They know how i'm coming
The flower that rose from the deepest of dungeons
With Cheez smoking queez we gon chief by the onion
These bitches want me but wan see my destruction
Running they mouth and im running up check
I ain't really with the nons(ense)
Cus these people gon say that they got ya bacc
But they dont even got a spine
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
I came with a canister of ashes with me
With all of the opps that dead and gone
I need grabba and weed
Yea Yea
Yea we gon smoke em
On the gang i ain't passin the tree
They said not to jinx it
I don't believe it
Ain't shit gon happen to me
Nigga i put myself on a shirt
Threats at my life they was sending
But i bit the venom and i made it work
And i made me a bag yea for sure
These niggas be softer than fur
These niggas need to go get em a business or hobby
And stop with the words
Cus that shit not gon work
Its that drew shit, so toxic
Raise crime and raise the profit
They think cus i be rapping i wont stop and get they blocc hit
Forreal
I got some family , and friends, and some people locked up
Nigga i got no time to chill
Take me a perc i be flying forreal
That ig bitch on my line forreal
You jus social media gangstas
You ain't been on no blocc
You jus posing with them guns boy
You ain't let off no shots
Relate i cannot
I was jus doley mad late on the blocc
These niggas wan be me but ain't take the shots
Ain't take the craziness, ain't make the guap
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
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Yea
Yea Yea
Yah Yea
Swacey baby from the
Lets speak on the shit that i did
The rhymes and the shows
And the feins and the dope
Count my dough on the floor in the crib
Lotta reefer get rolled in the spliff
Told the reaper i got more to give
Cus shit ah get filthy
Niggas tried killed me
I gotta roll with the grip
Wont let ma dig a hole for da kid
Yea
They know how i'm coming
The flower that rose from the deepest of dungeons
With Cheez smoking queez we gon chief by the onion
These bitches want me but wan see my destruction
Running they mouth and im running up check
I ain't really with the nons(ense)
Cus these people gon say that they got ya bacc
But they dont even got a spine
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
I came with a canister of ashes with me
With all of the opps that dead and gone
I need grabba and weed
Yea Yea
Yea we gon smoke em
On the gang i ain't passin the tree
They said not to jinx it
I don't believe it
Ain't shit gon happen to me
Nigga i put myself on a shirt
Threats at my life they was sending
But i bit the venom and i made it work
And i made me a bag yea for sure
These niggas be softer than fur
These niggas need to go get em a business or hobby
And stop with the words
Cus that shit not gon work
Its that drew shit, so toxic
Raise crime and raise the profit
They think cus i be rapping i wont stop and get they blocc hit
Forreal
I got some family , and friends, and some people locked up
Nigga i got no time to chill
Take me a perc i be flying forreal
That ig bitch on my line forreal
You jus social media gangstas
You ain't been on no blocc
You jus posing with them guns boy
You ain't let off no shots
Relate i cannot
I was jus doley mad late on the blocc
These niggas wan be me but ain't take the shots
Ain't take the craziness, ain't make the guap
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
Opp, Drop
Let it pop
Bet i got a glock
Aim it at yo top
With the mob
We gon get the guap
Swacey from the blocc
Swaceybaby from the blocc
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Writer: Andrew Thoms
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Drew Swace
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: Andrew Thoms

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