Lano Bandz - Blokk Hot 2 Lyrics

You niggas want beef but im up in the stu
And im cooking ain't talking no mutha f*cking kitchen
I come from the four where they whipping they wrist in the kitchen
Aint talking no mutha f*cking dishes
And bitch i bet a f*ck nigga wont diss me
I put him on fire set off one of these missiles
And dont say i got no respect for the nigga im paying his mama a pension killed em
Sheesh

Yea im really really from the trenches
Where the dead bodies rot in the mutha f*cking ditches
Seen the op hop out go get em
F*ck nigga pop out im with it
Ride hot drop top in the winter
Trying to run up get bread get millions
Stack it way up to the ceiling
I got tunnel vision I dont see no bullshit
I aint playing with 'em not even a little bit
Glock .45 and a nigga aint gon' miss shit
Ooh look mama i just hit a lick lick
Came up on a band yea im about to go and flip shit
Bad bitch, big booty, make a flick flick
T shirt, no draws, watching netflix
Got shooters on call so dont flex shit
Mask off, guns out, if you test me

You know i was deep in these streets
I was ducking and dodging from all of them felonies
I had to reup every week
And never got caught ain't no mutha f*cking catching me
Try me put a nigga to sleep
Yea I'm bagging him up like I'm shopping at Beverlys
I got hitters on go that aint cheap
They gon shoot at whatever i say so dont play with me
You know i was deep in these streets
I was ducking and dodging from all of them felonies
I had to reup every week
And never got caught ain't no mutha f*cking catching me
Try me put a nigga to sleep
Yea I'm bagging him up like I'm shopping at Beverlys
I got hitters on go that aint cheap
They gon shoot at whatever i say so dont play with me