Lil Jairmy - Block Money lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jairmy] I went Supreme I went motherfu*kin' Balenciaga And Moncler on them folks Five of 'em, I couldn't make my mind up, 30 (Finesse, you stupid for this ho) 30, I couldn't make my mind up today, I ain't know what I want [Verse 1: Lil Jairmy] I went pissed dirty for my PO, I couldn't stop smokin' weed I don't believe in drivin', so I ride in fast machines Body like a car, I need that oil, I run off gasoline Guarantee the ni**a who play with me'll be a casualty I'm ready for every fu*kin' problem that this money bring Ask the streets about these ni**as, they ain't done a fu*kin' thing Chopper hit his body, leave a hole the size of onion ring I can't show these hoes no favors, just might hit 'em once a piece When I hit her from the back, I grab her hair so she can't run from me ni**as cap, I keep my gun with me, ain't no ni**a took nothin' from me Still the same ni**a all by myself or I'm a hundred deep My granny say I changed and she don't know what these streets done to me The lil' ni**as Katt Williams funny, dog, pure comedy I don't give a fu*k you smokin' 'za or not, don't try to hand your blunt to me I done caught a vibe with a stripper, she a Georgia peach Trap house, we got clippers in this b*tch, but ain't no barber seats I ain't hard to find, I'm where the killers and all the robbers be Took it real personal, I weighed the brick up, plug shorted me b*tch, I got a bad temper, so be careful what you chargin' me Leave the murder scene in a Redeye Charger, we ain't dodgin' beef at all [Chorus: Lil Jairmy] 'Cause I got block money, uh, I got opp money These real hundreds on my page, this ain't no prop money Hundred ni**as played with your name, you still ain't pop nothin' ni**as Jerry Rice in real life, these ni**as ain't drop nothin', uh I got block money, uh, I got opp money, uh These real hundreds on my page, this ain't no prop money Hundred ni**as played with your name, you still ain't pop nothin' ni**as Jerry Rice in real life, these ni**as ain't drop nothin', uh [Verse 2: BIG30] BIG30 been pistol totin', I'm known to keep that fire with me And you ain't gon' see me with no ni**a unless that boy gon' die with me Middle of Jairmy backseat Urus truck, he poured a five with me Got that skelly on my wrist, Big Blrrrd chain, and now it's five degrees I spend ni**as lock money, spent your car on my watch, dummy This that break a b*tch, break on a trick, got enough of thots money This that whack an opp, turn somethin' to 'za, go get him dropped money When you see my car, you see them shots, tote nothin' less than a hundred Try my best to be humble, but these ni**as wan' play We hit his block six times in one week, but three times in one day b*tch, I'm worth six figures, got four hundred racks just sittin' at Chase Half a M in cars and I spent twenty racks on Glocks and Dracs [Chorus: Lil Jairmy] 'Cause I got block money, uh, I got opp money These real hundreds on my page, this ain't no prop money Heard that ni**as played with your name, you still ain't pop nothin' ni**as Jerry Rice in real life, these ni**as ain't drop nothin', uh I got block money, uh, I got opp money, uh These real hundreds on my page, this ain't no prop money Heard that ni**as played with your name, you still ain't pop nothin' ni**as Jerry Rice in real life, these ni**as ain't drop nothin', uh [Outro] And he is looking for Jerry And Rice is there And he's going to the end zone He's done it Jerry Rice, in the seventy-five year history of the National Football League Is the touchdown scorer of the century It was just madness everywhere The greatest touchdown scorer in the entire history of professional football Jerry Rice, number one twenty-seven Young drops back to throw, goes for Jerry Rice Touchdown, 49ers