HIT THEY BLOCK

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Montae Hardbody

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Riot's don't start until I give the all clear
Gang Gang
Free Tbaby, Man, Free Dayskii Man
Gang Gang
Riot's don't start until I give the all clear
FiftySix, Fiftyseven Shit
Ay, ay

He in the dirt,  ain't no speakin', he quiet
He died off a perk, I don't even wanna try it
Catch him and hurt him, make sure he expired
So many shots, get his jersey retired
We hit they block, back to back, know they tired
With choppas and gats, see bursts of fire
That nigga a rat, he be turnt with the wires
Like, why you do that, now your homie a flyer

Like, why you do that? Now your homie a flyer
We slide on they block every day In dem strikers
They wolf on the net, we at war with some types
Da seven, some vets, and them niggas don't like it

Switches no macs, it's a new generation
That Z.Z my thrax, I ain't passin' Im facin'
She like it like that, so her back, I be breakin'
Like pencils line shit up and erase it
Line shit up and erase it
Switch on the back of this bitch It ain't basic

Come through clappin' shit, makin' niggas take naps and shit
Shouldn't spoke on Shaq and shit
Up on opps, we ain't gotta get back for shit
Hit they block, three ways, we trappin' shit
Folks got pride, he can make it out with rap
But he too focused on wrappin' shit

He dissed in raps, got clapped, damn
He a goofy, get taxed, Sam
Run up on me, get back, blam
Speakin' on Don, head-tapped, he damned

We really in the slums, we don't do it for fun
Niggas really be bitches, they runnin' with guns
We goin' on missions, we comin' back done
Foenem ah run through niggas' bitches for fun

They diss me, shot to his head, f*ck a Rick
Got shot, but at least they don't miss me
At least they ain't miss me
I'm from the six, you can't switch me
They know the seven get risky
Solo, be with me

Even when Im dolo
Long Live Boone, I'm ridin' solo
Your homie died and he ain't even tryna slide
He ain't even tryna blow though

Niggad be sad
Ain't did shit to the opps, but ah get on your homie ass
Shit be sad, dripped in designer, ain't got no Glock shit make me mad, you could think it's a prop get put in a bag
.45 With ah shit blow so fast
I'm smokin' on this shit some gas
Hit his ass with ah couldn't save his ass

He in the dirt, ain't no speakin' he quiet
He died off a perk, I don't even wanna try it
Catch him and hurt him, make sure he expired
So many shots, get his jersey retired
We hit, they block, back to back, know they tired
With choppers and gats, you see, bursts of fire
That nigga a rat, he be turnt with the wires
Like why you do that, now your homie a flyer

Ayy, Free the gang, Ayy

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