Cnote - Can't Block-A-Balla lyrics

(feat. Billy Cook, Botany Boys) [Hook: Billy Cook] Can't block, a baller Rolling Bentley's, and Impala's Can't block, a baller Can't stop, a 20 inch crawler [D-Red:] You're face to face with the money clocker, the black 6-4 bunny hopper Yellow honey dropper, rag top and a sunny dropper Spitting game to all the boppers, and s**ers hate we bringing all the Choppers Ain't no love, for you baller blockers [C-Note:] Ain't no love, for you baller blockers We call em short stoppers, we put a 'Burban on them choppers With lean in they hand, and a Lamborgini While me Dirt and Smudge, in a Rolls eating fettucini [Will-Lean:] b**hes in bikinis, just screens in spandex In a bubble eyed Jag, I'm codeine and zanex Diamond ring Rolex, baguettes it's your choice Shooting dice for ice, in the stretch Rolls Royce [D-Red:] Rolls Royce by choice, that's how we do it in the Clover Stacking ends setting trends, in a 2000 Benz Twisting 20's on plats, and n***a we got it like that You can't baller block a playa, cause we balling like that we balling n***a [Hook] [C-Note:] Well you can't block a baller, you can't block a 20 inch crawler Can't stop won't stop, I'm a young shot caller Rolling Benz's and Lexus, on blades We balling up in Texas, we done thought of many ways The Botany Boys-Botany Boys, yeah we bring the noise Ask Juve, Wayne and Turk we call em Hot Boys We got some hot toys, we tote a glock boy With the soul, of a million dollar spot boy [D-Red:] We be the ballers coming through, with the grill that glare We on fire, like the Cash Money Millionaires On stage throwing platinum Roleys, in the air Karats shining baguettes blinding, but you still gon stare Bentley Azure with the top back On 22's, and I bet them hoes gon jock that Best to watch back, trying to knock that Ready the glock co*ked playa, baller block that baller block that what [Hook] [Will-Lean:] Like a Rottweiler, attacking n***as a lot taller Turn your paddy wagon, into a dead cop hauler I got power, slap you from a watch tower Leave your block sour, in the drop top Prowler Will-Lean the shot caller, that's quick to blast dummies Cloverland to Magnolia, it's Big Shots and Cash Money In a Humvee, that got your daughter watching Hit your spot with my glock, so stop that baller blocking [C-Note:] They say we young, but we d**h defying C-Note the Botany Boys, we Y2K complying We coming through like a giant, taking over like computers shipping Weight to Bermuda Flying planes switching lanes, got the j**elry like Luga's You know them boys from the Clover, cause we one of a kind Hate to see us coming through, but ain't no blocking our shine Ain't no blocking my grind, ain't no blocking my rhyme Put them diamonds in your face, ain't no stopping my time uh [Hook x3]