{Verse 1} {Rony}
It’s getting very chilly in my city I might catch a cold
Brand new bust down AP I might cop a Rollie tho
That b*tch got a fat ass I might hit it tho
Baby can you bring it back shawty can you drop it low
I got all this money baby I can make it rain
Balling on these ni**as like I’m in the NBA
I swear this sh*t way too easy rap be getting me paid
Boss talk ni**a no you ni**as can’t relate
{Verse 2} {Rony}
Hold up I’m like wait ni**a
I be cruising in them wraiths ni**a
I just fu*ked yo b*tch ni**a
And you ain’t gone do sh*t ni**a
Pull up in a foreign it’s a light show I arrive
My bruthas sending shots it’s a light show we survived
{Chorus} {Rony}
I’m a block boy
I’m a real hot boi
I be cruising in the P
Like I’m Pistole Pete
She a bad b*tch so she gone get on her knees
Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak
{Verse 3}
Baby I got this money I can make it rain in a second
Baby say the word and I’ll make a f*ck ni**a disappear
Hold up wait I’m tryna see if these ni**as really bout it
These ni**as talking more than b*tches always be on they period
{Verse 4}
Eeeeerr, Eeeeerr
I be going Eeeerr
Eeeeerr, Eeeerrr
I be going Eeeeerr
Feeling like I’m Roddy Rich when I be in that box
I gave that hoe good dick man I f*ck her till she cum
{Verse 5}
(Beat Drop 1:26 Sec)
Always keep it G I’ll never fold on my bruthas
These ni**as they be talking but I know they really acting
Should’ve seen lil boy face other day I caught him lacking
Feeling like I’m blue face all my money got em blue strips
Free lil bro Abdul man know he facing time
If you a real ni**a then you best not testify
All my bruthas keep that glizzy always on they side
b*tch keep calling my phone but I told her she my side
{Verse 6}
I don’t play Mario kart but ima hit you with them shells ni**a
Pussy ni**as get slapped ni**a
And snitch ni**as get whacked ni**a
I know you’s a rat ni**a
So don’t come to close ni**a
Diamonds dancing like bachata
Know these these ni**as ratatas
{Chorus}
I’m a block boy
I’m a real hot boi
I be cruising in the P
Like I’m Pistole Pete
She a bad b*tch so she gone get on her knees
Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak
{Verse 7}
I know sh*t get sticky so I gotta keep a blicky
No I don’t know Kodak but we a sniper gang
b*tch I’m high af and I’m swerving in the range
You think I give f*ck? Then you must be a lame
{Verse 8}
It’s time to wake em up they’ve been sleeping on my name
Still remember days I was stuck up in the rain
Those days are longer no more baguettes in my chain
ni**as flexing on the gram with they little change
{Verse 9}
ni**as stressing over b*tches
ni**as b*tching, snitching, ditching then they wonder why they missing
ni**as always talk they missing
We be shooting at the opps like it’s laser tag
b*tch I’m a lion in the jungle like mufasa
{Verse 10}
No you ni**as can’t relate
No we cannot correlate
Come to close you’ll get a fade
No I cannot be replaced
I’m a fly ass ni**a like a weatherman
I get a bag and run it back like a running back
{Chorus} {Rony}
I’m a block boy
I’m a real hot boi
I be cruising in the P
Like I’m Pistole Pete
She a bad b*tch so she gone get on her knees
Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak