Sheek Louch - D-Block lyrics

Nigga what what what

Twin yall niggaz ready

yeah yeah yeah

She here to put the clack clack in this

Crack pack in this

Dick in this like I had a six pack of Genus

Niggaz know that the flow be wicked

Been nice since Tri Backs can they kick it

Can't walk with out lil momma trying to flick it

So be it take let your boyfriend see it

US gangsta but all my guns be Soviet

Jake did it gon take em up to I D it

Chain hanging out but I ain't talking about jewelry

Talking ammunition, bullets, big artillery

Put a hole in a big ass social security

Been this way be for I even reached maturity

Nigga they all book me quicker

Cuz I'm worth more, like a Jam Master J sticker

Alive but you can still pull out liquor

Gotta dead serious flow I'm about to blow

yeah

D-Block (where my niggaz at)

D-Block (where my bitches at)

D-Block (where them gangstas at)

D-Block (where the shankstas at)

J-Hizzle clap for my nizzle

Who the fuck want to beef

Louch pass me the pistol

I'm about to let him ring like a phone

He used to have a good head on his shoulders

But now the shit gone

D-Block bout to wake the game and get these bucks

It's for them niggaz Dickie Dan throwin it up rocking Chucks

Like pimples motherfucker I'm all in your face

You like sneakers when them strings about to get laced

What you need chronic homeboy, we got all types

Fuck your bikes, Nigga I smoke more than exhaust pipes

You know those new 7-60's yeah I got 2

One platinum like my rhymes the other raspberry blue

When I'm riding on the track like a surf board

I'm on the block pitching what the fuck you think I got the word for

Walk with me motherfucker we taking over the streets

Let em warn all your peeps Hood coming at they street

Seek a fucking crook

Stake your house out know what your momma cook

Fuck her with a broom

Fuck the movie when I'm there its a panic room

Niggaz start to stutter, please don't cut my mother

I'm too fucking gutter clip on top of each other

2 twelve gages take you threw the stages

Bullets running low but yours been there for ages

Cob web niggaz iced out slob like I'm on a fucking bob sled niggaz

I'll talk to yall niggaz I ain't trying to shout

Why fit in with Sheek was born to stand out

You'll get pretzeled up twist in half

Long shit with the black spots like a giraffe

Clear my path when the guy walking

How you try getting in the club I hope you jump in my coffin

Besides D-Block I don't see that often