Vons WRLD - Block Hot
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{verse 1, greaseball73}
Servin’ heads left and right, i got the block hot
Told brother watch out for that stove, ‘cause them pots hot
Hit this work 2 times, i know this pot drop
Don’t try to reach in on our cake, lil brodie pop tops
Get rich or die trying, shout to 50 nigga
Running reds, knocking heads, then served the city nigga
Smoking on some peanut butter, think it’s jiffy nigga
If rollers hop behind this load, i’m getting shifty nigga
Catching ‘em smoking in his load we finna box ‘em out
If he ain’t ‘bout the bigger picture, we gon’ crop ‘em out
My nigga like debo on the block, like brother stall ‘em up
Nigga talkin out his lips, so .40 popped his mouth
Got this work from jеt li, i got the ying bustin’
Visioning death up in my dreams, i think it mеan something
Brother clutchin on his glock, i think he seen something
These niggas hating on me now, but they ain’t seen nothing, nigga
{verse 2, vons wrld}
Yeah, and them niggas ain’t seen nothing
Got the glock, i got the .40, i got the scene bustin’
Pick her up, put her on her back, and she get to cream jumping
Now she cry, she want me back, damn i must just mean something
With the lean i’m double cupping, if it ain’t money, i ain’t cuffing
And he said that he was hard, but we know that he was bluffing
And we got his ass sick from all the smoke that he was ducking
And i went and upped the score, now we up by 20 something
Now we up by 25, they won’t leave out here alive
Free the dawgs, and long live my niggas in the sky
And he said that i was soft, ‘till i hit ‘em between his eyes
Try me if you dare, i’ll make a nigga cry
{verse 3, vons wrld}
I’ll make a nigga cry real tears
Free my dawg, he got locked up for 30 years
I’ve been balling for the bucks and i ain’t talking ‘bout a deer
And that nigga never balling, and he on the sideline cheering
Yeah, and you know how that shit go though
Steady kicking shit just like a motherfuckin’ dojo
He said that he was cripping but he wearing all that rojo
She asked me do i love her and i say the answer’s still no
{outro}
Ha, and these hoes is hella funny
‘cause i only love the money
I’m leaving they nose runny
Do yo dance, and dump it dummy
Yeah, yeah, fuck all you niggas man
Free the guys, long live the guys
Ties nigga
{verse 1, greaseball73}
Servin’ heads left and right, i got the block hot
Told brother watch out for that stove, ‘cause them pots hot
Hit this work 2 times, i know this pot drop
Don’t try to reach in on our cake, lil brodie pop tops
Get rich or die trying, shout to 50 nigga
Running reds, knocking heads, then served the city nigga
Smoking on some peanut butter, think it’s jiffy nigga
If rollers hop behind this load, i’m getting shifty nigga
Catching ‘em smoking in his load we finna box ‘em out
If he ain’t ‘bout the bigger picture, we gon’ crop ‘em out
My nigga like debo on the block, like brother stall ‘em up
Nigga talkin out his lips, so .40 popped his mouth
Got this work from jеt li, i got the ying bustin’
Visioning death up in my dreams, i think it mеan something
Brother clutchin on his glock, i think he seen something
These niggas hating on me now, but they ain’t seen nothing, nigga
{verse 2, vons wrld}
Yeah, and them niggas ain’t seen nothing
Got the glock, i got the .40, i got the scene bustin’
Pick her up, put her on her back, and she get to cream jumping
Now she cry, she want me back, damn i must just mean something
With the lean i’m double cupping, if it ain’t money, i ain’t cuffing
And he said that he was hard, but we know that he was bluffing
And we got his ass sick from all the smoke that he was ducking
And i went and upped the score, now we up by 20 something
Now we up by 25, they won’t leave out here alive
Free the dawgs, and long live my niggas in the sky
And he said that i was soft, ‘till i hit ‘em between his eyes
Try me if you dare, i’ll make a nigga cry
{verse 3, vons wrld}
I’ll make a nigga cry real tears
Free my dawg, he got locked up for 30 years
I’ve been balling for the bucks and i ain’t talking ‘bout a deer
And that nigga never balling, and he on the sideline cheering
Yeah, and you know how that shit go though
Steady kicking shit just like a motherfuckin’ dojo
He said that he was cripping but he wearing all that rojo
She asked me do i love her and i say the answer’s still no
{outro}
Ha, and these hoes is hella funny
‘cause i only love the money
I’m leaving they nose runny
Do yo dance, and dump it dummy
Yeah, yeah, fuck all you niggas man
Free the guys, long live the guys
Ties nigga
