BlocBoy JB Look Alive

[Drake:]

Yeah yeah (woo!)

Yeah (6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy, woo!)

(6 God, BlocBoy, 6 God, BlocBoy, woo!)

Yeah

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive

Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side

Oh well, fuck ’em dog, we gon’ see how hard they ride

I get racks to go outside, and I split it with the guys

We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tied

I’ve been gone since like July, niggas actin’ like I died

They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide

‘Cause I told them that we put that shit behind us, but I lied

Ayy, ayy, look who I’m around, man

If I fucked up, I’ma be downtown, man

Fourth floor bound, man, that’s if I get caught, man

Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain’t my mothafuckin’ fault, man

I’m not to blame, man

The fucking industry is cutthroat, I’m not the same man

I’m not gonna let you check the tag, now I’m rocking name brand

I’m only chasing after bags, now I got a game plan

And I’m out here whipping boots

Sipping hundred, 305 look alive, look alive

Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side

Oh well, fuck ’em dog, we gon’ see how hard they ride

I get racks to throw outside, and I split it with the guys

We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tight

I’ve been gone since like July, niggas actin’ like I died

They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide

‘Cause I told them to put that shit behind us, but I

[BlocBoy JB:]

Bitch, come through, you, and you

I’ma get the money, D-D-Drizzy get the loot

P-p-pull up with that Draco

Play with Drake and I’ma shoot

My weapon be an instrument, I blow you like a flute

N-n-nigga play so he feelin’ it

Pull up all day with a K, I ain’t shiverin’

Drop a nigga like he litterin’

We at the door like we the delivery

He not a plug, he middle man

That-that nigga brown like cinnamon

I got the rounds like Sugar Ray Robinson

Shots to your chest have you gasping for oxygen

I’ma spray ’em, just like Febreeze

Came a long way from sittin’ in the nosebleeds

Now a nigga on the floor talkin’ to the athletes

Now I’m so close to the game I could steal the stat sheet

[Drake:]

901 Shelby Drive, look alive, look alive

Niggas came up on this side, now they on the other side

Oh well, fuck ’em dog, we gon’ see how hard they ride

I get racks to throw outside, and I split it with the guys

We up on the other side, niggas actin’ like we tight

I’ve been gone since like July, niggas actin’ like I died

They won’t be expectin’ shit when Capo go to slide

‘Cause I told them to put that shit behind us, but I lied

Behind me but I lied, ayy, ayy

BlocBoy JB First Day Bacc On The Bloc

BlocBoy be the next to blow, I serve you gas like Texaco

We don’t smoke no Reginald, you can’t beef with a vegetable

Plug live in Mexico, he serve me P’s for extra low

AR with the fucking scope, now what the fuck is heads the dough

First day back up on the block, it’s still murder on the opps

Call up Bands, I need a chop, I chop ’em like the barber shop

Serve you like I deal a lot, I love guns, bitch I kill a lot

Money, I keep bills a lot, them choppers make you Milly Rock

San Antonio to shoot you, I call that Ginobili

Niggas snitching on they niggas, tryna keep it lowkey

Riding ’round like we T.I., my nigga we four deep

When you see me in the street, my nigga you don’t know me

It’s my first day out, it’s my first day out

You ain’t beefin’ ’bout no money then that shit is played out

I got the ball fame now, I can cop all J’s now

Man I came a long way from the halfway house

Back on the block, twenty-three Glocks

Watching for cops, I got gas in my sock

The way that I’m flexing, you’d think I’m The Rock

I load up my weapon and aim at your top

Teach a nigga lessons with the Smith & Wesson

I send them bullets at you like a message

I do not love ’em, I work ’em like peasants

I’m at your house like I’m Santa with presents

Laid in a Phantom

I stitch it up like a nut to a hammer

I move that white, call it Hannah Montana

Come in your house with them purple bandanas

Bet you can’t handle

Make that boy strip like a dancer

Kidnap your mama for ransom

Your bitch she love me, I’m handsome

Thirties on forty, turn him to a phantom

BlocBoy be the next to blow, I serve you gas like Texaco

We don’t smoke no Reginald, you can’t beef with a vegetable

Plug live in Mexico, he serve me P’s for extra low

AR with the fucking scope, now what the fuck is heads the dough

It’s Bloc

BlocBoy JB Half Man, Half Amazing

Thirty on the scale, weigh it up and then go sell

You know I keep that shell like I work at Taco Bell

Get my pack straight through the mail, got a cane on me no player

Heard a nigga dissed the block, load the Glock, let’s give him hell

If a nigga lookin’ strange to us, we smoke him like angel dust

No uniform but that forty tucked, you say the wrong thing, I bust

You better listen, this is not fiction

Keep me a thirty extension, clip hangin’ out like a lynching

Somebody just called, they ex missing

I hit her ass up, [?]

One ear open, I hear everything

I heard them niggas sneak dissin’, tryna get some fame

I think them niggas want some clout, or a name

I’ma pull up at they house and let that forty bang

All my niggas real hitters, they don’t miss a thing, or a mane

Flag hang to the left but all my niggas every gang (that’s on my mama)

Heard them niggas wanna kill me

I’d rather catch a case or fucking plead guilty

Niggas want me six feet but I’m six feet with a filthy

Cougars, I love them cougars, my bitch filthy

Rugers, I bust them Rugers, then start dipping

Weapons, we aimin’ steady, we not missing

Sevens, you see them sevens, bitch we cripping

Liver, these niggas Chicken Little, ’cause they snitching

Bitches, they be bitching, come together like a stitching

One day I will be up on the big screen (that’s on my mama)

Hah, like I said

I’m a crip but my info bang red

Your team ain’t ate but them niggas still fed

You know I’m big grape, should get it tatted on my head

(Yeah yeah yeah)

Hah, like I said

I’m a crip but my info bang red

Your team ain’t ate but them niggas still fed

You know I’m big grape, should get it tatted on my head

(Word word word word)

BlocBoy JB No Chorus, Pt. 10

No Chorus, Pt. 10, finna cop a van

Pop a nigga ass like a fuckin’ perc tan

Hit him with the bag like I’m in the first dance

Thirty to his back, leave him gone with the wind

I’m gettin’ head like a motherfuckin’ mannequin

If you gon’ bust at me why is you panicking?

Thirties all up, leave a fuck nigga vanishing

I hit him up, ain’t gon’ lie, it was challenging

Say he getting money but where it’s at?

I’m the alley, I’m an alley cat

I’m in the jungle with lions and birds

To the left, that’s how I like my hat (crip)

Freak hoes, I’m striking it

Beat ’em up, Mike Tyson it

Fuck the bitch, he ain’t liking it

Made a post ’bout me, lost his life today

I’m ’bout to pull up

I’m driving fast, I thirtied the mag, you know what it’s full of

He ’bout to crash ’cause I shot his ass before he could look up

That nigga shook up, brain got took up, names got looked up

Commissary, get your books up

What’s wrong with him?

AR to his head, I’m ’bout to dome-split him

Heard a nigga want me dead, I had to go’n get him

Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him

My money long nigga

Yours small, mine tall, get your own nigga

I was only fourteen beating grown niggas

Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long nigga

Ain’t no way that I’ma miss and hit the wrong nigga

Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever

Bitch I keep the eagle, no feather

Shoot a nigga just for the pleasure

Nigga better not play ’bout my cheddar

Nigga’s ass better know better

Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta

Bitch I got them rounds like I’m Floyd Mayweather

Mayweather, bitch I’m hot like May weather

Forty on my side like we go together

Y’all niggas broke and y’all hoes too

Pussy ass nigga I expose you (that’s on my mama)

She suck my dick, baby girl got no tooth

Connect with the plug like I’m wifi or bluetooth

I remember days when I had to wear Fubu

When you a nail everybody wanna screw you

Shot with me, shot with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery

I gotta kill him, on crip ain’t no stopping me

He tried to play me like I was monopoly

Damn, damn, scratch a nigga out his Lamb

2013 Lito, bitch I go ham

I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps

We making moves and shit, my niggas be hitting licks

Shot a nigga down just like a cigarette

If he also bitch and shit

Load the forty Glock up and go hit some shit

I swear we ain’t missing shit

I would never ever fuck on a groupie bitch

Unless she give benefits

Hold up, I think I fucked up on my ass, lyrics gotta go over

Then them niggas hating on me, pull up in that Rover

Fucked a bitch last night, only bought her a soda

Gang, and I’m up off in a Lamb, I pull up, whip through in a Lamb, yeah yeah yeah

Fuck on your bitch I go HAM, fuck on your bitch I go HAM, yeah yeah

Fuck her and tell her to scram, fuck her and tell her to scram, ayy, yeah

Green eggs and ham, ham

I’m tellin’ ya, I’m tellin’ ya man

BlocBoy JB Shoot

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll

Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the road

Run up in your house like I’m commando

Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Strapped like it’s Belly, you singing, R. Kelly

You play it get deadly, it’s Grape Gang, no jelly

I’m counting up fetti, you talking already

I pull up with choppers that come with machetes

I’m fucking on Betty, her head got me steady

I call her Lil Caesars, that bitch hot and ready

My gun a Lil Caesars, that bitch hot and ready

I dumped my lil bitch, now that bitch hot and jealous

Hold up, let me catch my breath

Shoot a nigga teeth, then say he killed himself

Fill up [?] like a [?]

Paralyzed waist down, now he can’t feel himself

Ride with my guys man, I swear it ain’t nothing else

Freaky bitch, I make her touch herself

I’m balling in town, look like fuck a ref

Leave his ass stanking, I blow him like bad breath

Woah, double-oh-seven, hit him with the weapon, gotta

Go, when the police come, dip underground

Spend a hundred somethin’ when I move around

Lil bitty boy, you still eat off the ground

You see them Haitians, they up on the Gram

Shh, don’t make a sound

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Bet twenty more, I hit the first roll

Freaky bitch on go, she gone off the road

Run up in your house like I’m commando

Clip hanging out the Glock, extendo

Homicide, bitch we known for that

Screenshotting shit, I text her, you too grown for that

Yeah that trap shit, I got two phones for that

I’m a dog, I think that I got a bone to fetch

Stop what you’re doing

Thirty-three in my clip, that’s Patrick Ewing

Open up wide, girl I’m looking for the chewing

Shawty gave me head, now I know what she pursuing

It’s the nina with the coolant

Mask on, AR, bitch that’s on my side

PRG, 700, we don’t let shit slide (crip)

We don’t let shit slide (crip), nigga play with me I ride (crip)

Bitch I’m cripping with the guys, We D-up with three high fives

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot

BlocBoy JB Rover

Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too

Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon’ eat the crew

Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin’ through

Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Yeah you fucked ’em up with this one Tay Keith

Hah, hah, hah

You got BlocBoy JB, Tay Keith produced it

Word, word, word, word, word

That cash talk, money long

Shows getting booked

Chopper fired at a motherfucker’s dome

Hoes getting took

And if you play woth money then won’t make it home

Whole lot of Bloc Nation block niggas in your ass

Ayy what you on cuz?

Riding in the motherfucking Rover

Nigga talkin’ down, I don’t know ya

Made a hundred plays in the Focus

Gotta maintain, stay focused (that’s on my mama)

Riding in the motherfucking Rover

Nigga talkin’ down, I don’t know ya

Made a hundred plays in the Focus

Gotta maintain, stay focused

Bitch I’m on a mission

Riding ’round with Lil Jugg and he got extensions

If a nigga diss the block he gon’ come up missing

And if you want to find his body you gon’ have to go fishing

We wash a nigga like dishes

You get did up if you say the wrong thing

You get hit up, we gon’ break y’all niggas down like a swisher

Take a picture

When it’s cold bitch I’m still the hottest nigga

Them niggas on the other side broke, I overlook ’em

All ’bout the Benjamins, I’m feeling like Bookem

Feeling like Raymond, grape street gang, what you saying?

Seven hundred, we the new Iran

Riding in the motherfucking Rover

Nigga talkin’ down, I don’t know ya

Made a hundred plays in the Focus

Gotta maintain, stay focused (that’s on my mama)

Riding in the motherfucking Rover

Nigga talkin’ down, I don’t know ya

Made a hundred plays in the Focus

Gotta maintain, stay focused

Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too

Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon’ eat the crew

Bread up in the gang, you would think that Bagg was comin’ through

Smile in my face but like a plastic bag I see through you

Killers in my motherfucking circle

I bang the C, half a circle

It’s first degree, I’ll murk ya

Take your head off on purpose

Hah, y’all niggas know what the fuck goin’ on nigga

Nigga better stop playin’ ‘fore his mama end up layin’, you heard me?

Real, on crip nigga

Whole lotta gang shit nigga, Grape Street nigga

Hey, hey, yeah yeah yeah

Riding in the motherfucking Rover

Nigga talkin’ down, I don’t know ya

Made a hundred plays in the Focus

Gotta maintain, stay focused (that’s on my mama)

Riding in the motherfucking Rover

Nigga talkin’ down, I don’t know ya

Made a hundred plays in the Focus

Gotta maintain, stay focused

BlocBoy JB BBQ

Who is you talkin’ to, turn into barbecue

Keep talking shit, I’ma spark at you

Lie to my face like you getting cake

Pussy boy sold me a dogfood

You shining, that’s how I spotted you

Them diamonds I gotta get off you

That’s a closed casket, put him in a basket

Headliner, it’s breaking news

Smoking on dope, chilling with the guys

While you at work pullin’ five to nines

I’d rather go pull me a crime

Or hit the club throwin’ up signs

Nigga diss crip then he dying

I got two white hoes snorting up lines

But I don’t do dope drugs

But I’ma fuck on both of ’em

Stack my hundreds, nigga no ones

I don’t really fuck with no one

Super Saiyan on these niggas

I might turn into a Gohan

Got my hand on the trigger

Nigga playin’, shoot both of ’em

Nigga playin’, shoot both of ’em

Nigga playin’, shoot both of ’em

Shoot a fire with both arms

What is you sayin’?

Can’t make demand, we used to do store runs

And your daddy is a bitch

‘Cause he got his ass kicked by Grandpa Joe’s son

Young nigga you a ho’s son

And you gon’ have a ho’s son

And it’s really fucked up

When y’all getting locked up, y’all can’t make no bond

Who is you talkin’ to, turn into barbecue

Keep talking shit, I’ma spark at you

Lie to my face like you getting cake

Pussy boy sold me a dogfood

You shining, that’s how I spotted you

Them diamonds I gotta get off you

That’s a closed casket, put him in a basket

Headliner, it’s breaking news

BlocBoy JB Gang Shit

[BlocBoy JB]

Hah, hah

We on some gang shit, you hear me?

Hah, hah, hah

[BlocBoy JB (BOONK):]

Gang shit (gang shit), gang shit (gang gang), gang shit (gang shit)

We on some gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta)

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[BOONK:]

I got the fork in the pot

Don’t wanna be broke so this ain’t gonna stop

Niggas be flexing all on the ‘Gram, now

Me and my niggas we plottin’, now

I give it out if I got, sit down

I give you something to watch

Boonk Gang a block

Fuck with the gang and I aim at your top

If you play you get chopped

Fuck on your main bitch (Boonk Gang)

Never the same bitch

I’m on that gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta)

Whole lotta gang shit

Fuck on your main bitch (Boonk Gang)

Never the same bitch

I’m on that gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta)

Whole lotta

[BlocBoy JB (BOONK):]

Gang shit (gang shit), gang shit (gang gang), gang shit (gang shit)

We on some gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta)

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Whole lotta gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, gang shit)

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[BlocBoy JB:]

(Word, word, word)

Bitch you know we on some gang shit

Put him on the news if he want to be famous

BlocBoy and Boonk, we be up on your anus (that’s on my mama)

He get to playing, we aiming (word)

I keep me one in the chamber

Bitch I’m from Memphis, we always tote bangers

And I’m with Boonk so you know that we gang bruh

Aim quick, don’t miss

You’re lonely ’cause I hit your homie

‘Fore I heat you take that red thing off like it’s baloney

A lot of niggas say they want that beef but they don’t want it

[BlocBoy JB (BOONK):]

Gang shit (gang shit), gang shit (gang gang), gang shit (gang shit)

We on some gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta)

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Whole lotta gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, gang shit)

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We on some gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta)

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Whole lotta gang shit (whole lotta, whole lotta, gang shit)