Lil Zay Osama - Danny Block lyrics

Ayy, ayy (Brr, brrr) Once again Steppin' on these ni**as head man, (Steppin' on these b*tch ass) Gettin' in between these b*tches legs, man Ayy, ayy What we doin'? (What we doin'?) Ayy, steppin' on these ni**as heads Every day a new opp dead Every day a different Glock Pussyboy know how I play it I hope this song right here don't get in the hands of the feds (Hope it don't get to the feds, man) Ayy, I just got a brand new Glock With a fifty and a switch (With a fifty and a switch) I just popped one of my opps I'm finna go do another hit (I'm finna go do another hit) I don't givе a fu*k 'bout this money I just bought foe nem somе sticks (Bought foe nem some sticks) I just bought me a new watch Without the sun this b*tch gon' glisten (Bling, bling) Please, name another rapper that did more drills than me? (Who did more drills than me) Anytime I poked a ni**a when I was broke it was ten at least (It was ten at least) Popped up at his spot like, "What you say, haha, remember me?" My opps think they ridin' slick, I see you boys in that Jeep (I see you boys in that Jeep) And it ain't no SRT (Nah) Man, I know where b*tches sleep (Ayy) If I was grimey slimey, I woulda put your baby on a tee (Put your baby on a tee) But it really ain't that deep (It ain't deep) You ain't did sh*t to me Just a whole lotta rumors that you sneak dissin' to the streets [Chorus] And we still trap on Danny block (Trap on Danny block) Ayy, how you block a ni**a in but don't jump out the car? Soon as we pull up we gon' jump out the car (Jump out the car) ni**a, let's go Glock for Glock (Glock for Glock) b*tch, we could go shot for shot (Shot for shot, bah, bah) Only thing I ain't doing is bar for bar b*tch, I want you ni**as head (Head, head, head) Boy, I want you ni**as top b*tches going crazy, I walk past and I hop out the car Chains on, bet nobody reach, he gon' be off the Wock' Freaky hoes on top the car, I ain't heard not naan shot Might just hit the e-way in my striker Let me find some hoes fu*kin' with ni**as that don't like us ni**as beef with us, they wanna call us and type us (They type us) (Man, what typa) Ayy, ni**as is this? I got signed years ago but b*tch I'm still rich I just copped the AP and a Carti' and I'm still rich I just copped four cars, forgot I bought 'em, man, I'm real rich I just took two losses, told my momma I don't feel sick Ayy, ayy, I'm a real-life threat Smoked a lot of ni**as in the city, they still don't know who did that (Still don't know who did that) He was fu*kin' with the opps, he ain't wanna get out so he got stretched (Come here) Other buddy was due 'cause and I could tell you what happened there He was sneak dissin' to a b*tch We caught him loafin' put it to his neck (Put it to his neck) And I could say some names, but you know I can't show my hand (I won't show my hand) If this song gets to the feds, b*tch, I'm still ain't gon' rat (Shhh) Still gon' post up on Danny block Ain't a ni**a gon' come through there, ayy, ayy