Man... man, aye this what y'all
Wanted right
I got yoda in this b*tch with me, I'm bout to talk sh*t to ya, Chevy
I got Harlo in this b*tch wit me, ballout, shoutout to tj boy
When we pull up to the store, I grab the two liter
I know harlo keep the lean, but we filling meters
And I on do no handshakes, not no family greetings
And when I f*ck, she can't stay late, this not no business meeting
Broke n*ggas always leave they money home, you ain't got no money
And since I'm trapping, I can never leave my phone
I'm serving junkies, Ozs, i pour like two or three and now I'm in a zone
I'm a Z boy, I still yo beats, I run up in yo home
See me... I'm the type to catch her by her toe n*gga, ho n*gga
Check my background, f*cked ya ho n*gga
How I do it, ion even know, I on know n*gga, 6'2, lightskin tall figure, with sum golds n*gga
N*gga wait, Chevy, what's the play, tell me where he stay
I'm a solid n*gga, pull his card and pull a gta
About that paper, ima pull a caper, f*ck that fta, slight sh*t, type sh*t
Drop the look, I'll drop the bass
This ain't atlantis, but watch we skate away
We ain't no reptiles, but move just like sum snakes
He got directed filed, they sent him up the states
We on the track now, so ain't nobody safe
I'm so saucy, it's so different, still be rocking true religion
And this 45 on my waistline shut it down like Scottie pippen
Yea my momma raised me different, on that loud I never listen
You on even need a wet floor sign, to catch a n*gga slipping
Duh, me and kp, man we on another level
The way we body these n*ggas, man somebody grab a shovel
Still keep the Bible on me, so how the f*ck I worship the devil
You on know my pain, you ain't never felt the struggle, he lyin
I f*ck with perc tens, don't really f*ck with xans
But since I'm loaded, I'll approach yo mcm
Show him I'm clutching, he had did the running man
Don't need no ac, cuz that ar got a cooling fan
Me and kp, we back to back just like drake
I'm in her stomach, and I ain't talking bout that f*cking steak
We smoke straight gas, and I ain't talking filling tanks
Chevy a player, duh hoe, what the f*ck you think
I'm on the block, he on the block, we on the same thang and that's my n*gga
My golds 8 on 10, yellow gold like lemonade
I hit the block, I just might re-up cuz my face gate
You niggas so lame, I'm in my own lane
Percocet's, and dirty fantas, got me toe tipping
No diamonds yet, so I got to keep my sauce dripping
I'm on the block, I'm on the block, yea we otb
I'm on the block, on the block, yea we otb
Palm beach to boynton beach, haha slight sh*t
I'm li yoda, kp and li chevy
Li yoda, balloutchevy
And I go yoda, I go stupid
Swe
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K.P. - On the Block Freestlye (feat. BallOutChevy, KP) Lyrics
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English
Man... man, aye this what y'all
Wanted right
I got yoda in this b*tch with me, I'm bout to talk sh*t to ya, Chevy
I got Harlo in this b*tch wit me, ballout, shoutout to tj boy
When we pull up to the store, I grab the two liter
I know harlo keep the lean, but we filling meters
And I on do no handshakes, not no family greetings
And when I f*ck, she can't stay late, this not no business meeting
Broke n*ggas always leave they money home, you ain't got no money
And since I'm trapping, I can never leave my phone
I'm serving junkies, Ozs, i pour like two or three and now I'm in a zone
I'm a Z boy, I still yo beats, I run up in yo home
See me... I'm the type to catch her by her toe n*gga, ho n*gga
Check my background, f*cked ya ho n*gga
How I do it, ion even know, I on know n*gga, 6'2, lightskin tall figure, with sum golds n*gga
N*gga wait, Chevy, what's the play, tell me where he stay
I'm a solid n*gga, pull his card and pull a gta
About that paper, ima pull a caper, f*ck that fta, slight sh*t, type sh*t
Drop the look, I'll drop the bass
This ain't atlantis, but watch we skate away
We ain't no reptiles, but move just like sum snakes
He got directed filed, they sent him up the states
We on the track now, so ain't nobody safe
I'm so saucy, it's so different, still be rocking true religion
And this 45 on my waistline shut it down like Scottie pippen
Yea my momma raised me different, on that loud I never listen
You on even need a wet floor sign, to catch a n*gga slipping
Duh, me and kp, man we on another level
The way we body these n*ggas, man somebody grab a shovel
Still keep the Bible on me, so how the f*ck I worship the devil
You on know my pain, you ain't never felt the struggle, he lyin
I f*ck with perc tens, don't really f*ck with xans
But since I'm loaded, I'll approach yo mcm
Show him I'm clutching, he had did the running man
Don't need no ac, cuz that ar got a cooling fan
Me and kp, we back to back just like drake
I'm in her stomach, and I ain't talking bout that f*cking steak
We smoke straight gas, and I ain't talking filling tanks
Chevy a player, duh hoe, what the f*ck you think
I'm on the block, he on the block, we on the same thang and that's my n*gga
My golds 8 on 10, yellow gold like lemonade
I hit the block, I just might re-up cuz my face gate
You niggas so lame, I'm in my own lane
Percocet's, and dirty fantas, got me toe tipping
No diamonds yet, so I got to keep my sauce dripping
I'm on the block, I'm on the block, yea we otb
I'm on the block, on the block, yea we otb
Palm beach to boynton beach, haha slight sh*t
I'm li yoda, kp and li chevy
Li yoda, balloutchevy
And I go yoda, I go stupid
Swe
Wanted right
I got yoda in this b*tch with me, I'm bout to talk sh*t to ya, Chevy
I got Harlo in this b*tch wit me, ballout, shoutout to tj boy
When we pull up to the store, I grab the two liter
I know harlo keep the lean, but we filling meters
And I on do no handshakes, not no family greetings
And when I f*ck, she can't stay late, this not no business meeting
Broke n*ggas always leave they money home, you ain't got no money
And since I'm trapping, I can never leave my phone
I'm serving junkies, Ozs, i pour like two or three and now I'm in a zone
I'm a Z boy, I still yo beats, I run up in yo home
See me... I'm the type to catch her by her toe n*gga, ho n*gga
Check my background, f*cked ya ho n*gga
How I do it, ion even know, I on know n*gga, 6'2, lightskin tall figure, with sum golds n*gga
N*gga wait, Chevy, what's the play, tell me where he stay
I'm a solid n*gga, pull his card and pull a gta
About that paper, ima pull a caper, f*ck that fta, slight sh*t, type sh*t
Drop the look, I'll drop the bass
This ain't atlantis, but watch we skate away
We ain't no reptiles, but move just like sum snakes
He got directed filed, they sent him up the states
We on the track now, so ain't nobody safe
I'm so saucy, it's so different, still be rocking true religion
And this 45 on my waistline shut it down like Scottie pippen
Yea my momma raised me different, on that loud I never listen
You on even need a wet floor sign, to catch a n*gga slipping
Duh, me and kp, man we on another level
The way we body these n*ggas, man somebody grab a shovel
Still keep the Bible on me, so how the f*ck I worship the devil
You on know my pain, you ain't never felt the struggle, he lyin
I f*ck with perc tens, don't really f*ck with xans
But since I'm loaded, I'll approach yo mcm
Show him I'm clutching, he had did the running man
Don't need no ac, cuz that ar got a cooling fan
Me and kp, we back to back just like drake
I'm in her stomach, and I ain't talking bout that f*cking steak
We smoke straight gas, and I ain't talking filling tanks
Chevy a player, duh hoe, what the f*ck you think
I'm on the block, he on the block, we on the same thang and that's my n*gga
My golds 8 on 10, yellow gold like lemonade
I hit the block, I just might re-up cuz my face gate
You niggas so lame, I'm in my own lane
Percocet's, and dirty fantas, got me toe tipping
No diamonds yet, so I got to keep my sauce dripping
I'm on the block, I'm on the block, yea we otb
I'm on the block, on the block, yea we otb
Palm beach to boynton beach, haha slight sh*t
I'm li yoda, kp and li chevy
Li yoda, balloutchevy
And I go yoda, I go stupid
Swe
Writer: Chavaughny Foster, Guerby Saintcyr
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid