Better hope we don´t spin that block
But I hope you not no opp
But I hope your clock don´t stop
Better hope them Glocks won´t pop

I hope you ain´t find your mood
With a all-seat red, Ragu
Stop postin´ them guns you don´t use
Start tellin´ these hoes the truth

You want the smoke? Wonder why
Me and my niggas, we beat up the checks
And you just a family guy
I gave him two shots, I call it a boost and damn, how he still die?
We on the Moon with the pies
Don´t get caught in the fye with the fly
I´m not riskin´, you losin´ them guys
I´m just giving you multi-replies

I ain´t get my weight up, I run to the paper

They hate me, I don´t know why
You reach for my shit then that boy gotta die
Fuck the ho in the lobby, I ain´t even try
We grew older
Cough syrup, boy these niggas ain´t livin´ like I
We back to the trap, get the bags for the high
The shit that you got, boy it smell like pie (Yeah)
Seen with a bitch and she thick like Wock´
That ho that you with, she remind me of pie
How these niggas used to hate on the kids?
I ain´t even tryna ride with the guy

Better hope we don´t spin that block
But I hope you not no opp
But I hope your clock don´t stop
Better hope them Glocks won´t pop

I hope you ain´t find your mood
With a all-seat red, Ragu
Stop postin´ them guns you don´t use
Start tellin´ these hoes the truth
Better hope we don´t spin that block
But I hope you not no opp
But I hope your clock don´t stop
Better hope them Glocks won´t pop
I hope you ain´t find your mood
With a all-seat red, Ragu
Stop postin´ them guns you don´t use
Start tellin´ these hoes the truth