Lyrics BlocBoy JB – Soulja

Hopped up off the porch, drive-bys in Toyotas (drive two)
Crackin’ shit, no soda (no soda), forties no Corollas (Corollas)
If a nigga try me I’ma shoot like Villanova (yeah)
Ran off on the plug, Lil Flip, game over (game over)
Who the fuck that icy ass nigga in that Rover? (that Rover)
I might snatch his chain (give me that), knock his brains (give me that), in a soda (give me that)
Took off worldwide (yeah), I got tired of being local (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Push you like a motor (woo)
Still takin’ shit from Krogers (from Krogers)
Trappin’ in the Dover (trap)
Trap-trappin’ in the Dover (trap, trap)
Bitch just hit my line (yeah)
Told-told her that it’s over (that’s on my mama)
Bitch I only wanna fuck (ha)
Should’ve listened what I told ya (ha, ha)
I’m in the cell with nothin’ to lose
Send packs through the mail, I might fuck your boo (damn)
Forty-three buggin’, crippin’ out a cubbie (crip)
You dissin’ the God (crip), we gon’ bust shots at you (crip)
They cover they eyes, let’s play peek-a-boo
Got too many hoes, let’s play pick and choose (whoa)
I got some hitters, call ’em Scooby Doo (whoa)
I tell ’em to shoot (whoa), they gon’ bust out the roof (whoa)
Crippin’ too hard, ain’t no turnin’ cat (yeah)
Say you get money bitch, where it’s at? (huh?)
That ain’t your money, bitch give it back (give it back)

I get it and flip it and triple that (triple that)
My dick on her titties, she nibble that (she nibble that)
She swallowing kiddies, I’m higher than Whitney (I’m high)
Keep a bankroll, twenties and the fifties (yeah)
Fuck on your ho and dip up out the city (I’m gone), it’s Bloc

Hah, hah, bitch it’s Bloc
Hah, hah, I’m on the block
Hah, hah, with the Glock
Hah, hah, yeah
Word, word, word
Wo-wo-wo-wo-word
Yeah, BlocBoy, BlocBoy, BlocBoy