Jimmy popped a xan
Lil nigga started wildin
Yeah you know it came from jersey
When them speakers get to knockin
Yerr I'm the new plug
Niggas prices get to droppin
Heard I'm the bread winner
So these birds get to flockin
I'm the boss you a worker
Go ahead nigga clock in
Shelves lookin pretty empty
Nigga better get to stockin
If he talkin like he got it
Then I'm runnin in his pockets
Need a freak like meg
So she can come and ride my stallion
This
This that block talk
Just finished f*ckin up the streets
Done pissed the cops off
Fake trappin niggas
All authentic knockoffs
Steady claiming streets
They never made a profit off
Knock it off
Hardest niggas on the gram
In real life be cotton soft
All that Rambo talk
When it's time to shoot they stop and stall
Type to want smoke pull the cops get called
Bench warming niggas get in the game and drop the ball
The block Yeah
The block is hot
Duffel full of money
Gotta make a drop
These niggas they be snitchin
Workin for the cops
Not gettin ya money so they hope you flop
Prayin that you never ever make it out
Try to block ya road just take a different route
Got up out that water
But not in a drought
The Lord told me ima make it
That's without a doubt
Whippin in the kitchen
Like the male Betty Crocker
Bouta treat a bunch of chicken
I'm the hood favorite doctor
Use to serve it out my locker
Now the packs are labeled proper
Street Trapper turned rapper
Added music to my roster
Yeah they rap
But never write it
Just a bunch of imposters
Niggas playin karaoke
Readin off a TelePrompTer
I'm a beast
Manticore
They can tell that I'm a monster
Can't be stopped
Any weapons formed against me
Shall not prosper
That op talk
F*ck around and leave you damaged
This block talk
You might not understand stand it
This block talk
Might put you in a panic
This block talk
Make a couple niggas frantic
This block'll still ya soul
Take off running like a bandit
These here streets filled with heat
Some of these niggas can't stand it
Cause
The block Yeah
The block is hot
Duffel full of money
Gotta make a drop
These niggas they be snitchin
Workin for the cops
Not gettin ya money so they hope you flop
Prayin that you never ever make it out
Try to block ya road just take a different route
Got up out that water
But not in a drought
The Lord told me ima make it
That's without a doubt
King Jersey - Block Talk Lyrics
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Jimmy popped a xan
Lil nigga started wildin
Yeah you know it came from jersey
When them speakers get to knockin
Yerr I'm the new plug
Niggas prices get to droppin
Heard I'm the bread winner
So these birds get to flockin
I'm the boss you a worker
Go ahead nigga clock in
Shelves lookin pretty empty
Nigga better get to stockin
If he talkin like he got it
Then I'm runnin in his pockets
Need a freak like meg
So she can come and ride my stallion
This
This that block talk
Just finished f*ckin up the streets
Done pissed the cops off
Fake trappin niggas
All authentic knockoffs
Steady claiming streets
They never made a profit off
Knock it off
Hardest niggas on the gram
In real life be cotton soft
All that Rambo talk
When it's time to shoot they stop and stall
Type to want smoke pull the cops get called
Bench warming niggas get in the game and drop the ball
The block Yeah
The block is hot
Duffel full of money
Gotta make a drop
These niggas they be snitchin
Workin for the cops
Not gettin ya money so they hope you flop
Prayin that you never ever make it out
Try to block ya road just take a different route
Got up out that water
But not in a drought
The Lord told me ima make it
That's without a doubt
Whippin in the kitchen
Like the male Betty Crocker
Bouta treat a bunch of chicken
I'm the hood favorite doctor
Use to serve it out my locker
Now the packs are labeled proper
Street Trapper turned rapper
Added music to my roster
Yeah they rap
But never write it
Just a bunch of imposters
Niggas playin karaoke
Readin off a TelePrompTer
I'm a beast
Manticore
They can tell that I'm a monster
Can't be stopped
Any weapons formed against me
Shall not prosper
That op talk
F*ck around and leave you damaged
This block talk
You might not understand stand it
This block talk
Might put you in a panic
This block talk
Make a couple niggas frantic
This block'll still ya soul
Take off running like a bandit
These here streets filled with heat
Some of these niggas can't stand it
Cause
The block Yeah
The block is hot
Duffel full of money
Gotta make a drop
These niggas they be snitchin
Workin for the cops
Not gettin ya money so they hope you flop
Prayin that you never ever make it out
Try to block ya road just take a different route
Got up out that water
But not in a drought
The Lord told me ima make it
That's without a doubt
Lil nigga started wildin
Yeah you know it came from jersey
When them speakers get to knockin
Yerr I'm the new plug
Niggas prices get to droppin
Heard I'm the bread winner
So these birds get to flockin
I'm the boss you a worker
Go ahead nigga clock in
Shelves lookin pretty empty
Nigga better get to stockin
If he talkin like he got it
Then I'm runnin in his pockets
Need a freak like meg
So she can come and ride my stallion
This
This that block talk
Just finished f*ckin up the streets
Done pissed the cops off
Fake trappin niggas
All authentic knockoffs
Steady claiming streets
They never made a profit off
Knock it off
Hardest niggas on the gram
In real life be cotton soft
All that Rambo talk
When it's time to shoot they stop and stall
Type to want smoke pull the cops get called
Bench warming niggas get in the game and drop the ball
The block Yeah
The block is hot
Duffel full of money
Gotta make a drop
These niggas they be snitchin
Workin for the cops
Not gettin ya money so they hope you flop
Prayin that you never ever make it out
Try to block ya road just take a different route
Got up out that water
But not in a drought
The Lord told me ima make it
That's without a doubt
Whippin in the kitchen
Like the male Betty Crocker
Bouta treat a bunch of chicken
I'm the hood favorite doctor
Use to serve it out my locker
Now the packs are labeled proper
Street Trapper turned rapper
Added music to my roster
Yeah they rap
But never write it
Just a bunch of imposters
Niggas playin karaoke
Readin off a TelePrompTer
I'm a beast
Manticore
They can tell that I'm a monster
Can't be stopped
Any weapons formed against me
Shall not prosper
That op talk
F*ck around and leave you damaged
This block talk
You might not understand stand it
This block talk
Might put you in a panic
This block talk
Make a couple niggas frantic
This block'll still ya soul
Take off running like a bandit
These here streets filled with heat
Some of these niggas can't stand it
Cause
The block Yeah
The block is hot
Duffel full of money
Gotta make a drop
These niggas they be snitchin
Workin for the cops
Not gettin ya money so they hope you flop
Prayin that you never ever make it out
Try to block ya road just take a different route
Got up out that water
But not in a drought
The Lord told me ima make it
That's without a doubt
Writer: Marcanthony Luckey-Garcia
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid