London On Da Track - Hit The Block lyrics

[Intro] Uhm-hmmm Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (We got London on the track) Hahaha, oh I like this one London This one go hard, I'm finna f** this one up Nah I'ma f** this up like [Hook] Remember I just blew my first mil (blew it) Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (the newest) Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (drank) With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha (Keisha) Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (whew) Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (uh) Pissed off, I can't make a number or a shot (f**) f** it, I ain't shoot no more, I'm bout to hit the block Hit the block late, hit the block [Verse 1] Dime a dozen Ride with me, you will get a lot of it (you will) Pride of my son, he'll ride with me junior Size 'em up, got to show 'em who the biggest (who-who) Shot the perp coming on my f**ing pivot Straight (?) user, drive a Civic (skrt) Want a whole 8 ball? Give me a minute (hold on wait) You gon' fall face first, it's all in your feelings (b**h) Got my first (?) when I was 14 (Quay) I know this sound crazy but I don't drink I told my lady to satisfy me Cause baby you gon' f** around and lose me (I'm telling you) [Hook] Remember I just blew my first mil Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot Pissed off, I can't make a number or a shot f** it, I ain't shoot no more, I'm bout to hit the block Hit the block late, hit the block [Verse 2] Ain't got common sense (no) You know I ride with them n***as who will die for me Homicide if you f**ing with my benefits (go on top) But you tried if you thinking I'm not with the sh**s No pot, I used sh** and piss on the concrete bricks .45 tucked on the side of me just in case she b**h Multiplied if you think that they would decrease (the f**?) Wonder why R&B, yeah I'm listening to Lucci (Lucci) In my motherf**ing feelings (God damn) Over there in them trenches, yeah I'm not Haitian like (?) Oh Lord I did it, yeah I can't believe it, I just damn [Hook] Remember I just blew my first mil (damn) Rollie gold, put that furniture inside my crib (sheesh) Pour a whole full pint in that eight liter (how the hell?) With my teacher, I was flexing hard, go at Keisha Still thinking about that bankroll I just lost (turn up) Shooting dice at the loft with my Uncle Knot (yeah) Pissed off, I can't make a number or a shot (yeah) f** it, I ain't shoot no more, I'm bout to hit the block Hit the block late, hit the block [Outro] Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah Hit the block late, hit the block, yeah Hit the block late, hit the block