Lyrics
Block soldiers nine totting
Forty Glock not holstered
Block soldiers nine totting
Forty Glock not holstered
Who the fuck y'all posed to be
Wodie strapped with two two threes
In my hood we play for keeps
Momma crying cést la vie
Bout four bodies on the handgun
Ain't bout shit just to add one
You ain't no shooter that's a cap gun
Life too private no cameras
Bad little shawty in the stash room
Best friend coming out the bathroom
Bet five hundred I can smash em'
By Four thirty make em' sell dope for me
Four five on me don't tell nobody
Numbers scratched off ain't no lucky day
Ain't no body seen shit just the getaway
Big Swish swinging through like a heavyweight
Keep the money on the line it ain't ever late
Shawty I just want to fuck we don't go on dates
Nigga only thing I'm cuffing is a fuckin' wraith
Have it slide down your block
Like the shit on skates
Block soldiers nine totting
Forty Glock not holstered
Block soldiers nine totting
Forty glock not holstered
Who the fuck y'all posed to be
Wodie strapped with two two threes
In my hood we play for keeps
Momma crying cést la vie
Flows over heads like God Sent us
But we walk up in the building
Like the devil with us
All my niggas some heavy hitters
They'll waste ya life if you a minute
Trash bag got pounds in it
F and N got rounds in it
We don't care about repercussions
If she rolling reefer
She fucking and sucking
No cuddle no huddle
Apply pressure we diamond nigga
That bread coming
Finger on that clit now your bitch coming
Give her the head now she drug running
And I'm plug walking
Why the Fiends won't stop calling
Drinking liquor I'm an alcoholic
If you want a shot then we got
Block soldiers nine totting
Forty glock not holstered
Block soldiers nine totting
Forty Glock not holstered
Who the fuck y'all posed to be
Wodie strapped with two two threes
In my hood we play for keeps
Momma crying cést la vie