M4DaFourth - Blockhead Lyrics

Let em blockhead
Niggas speaking on my name Dog
I don't hate when we eating onna tables
Love let em dull Fakes bitches wanna false claims

Got no bitches in my rosters
Never snore no Perline got no line up
In the rosters lists Blockhead

Hooches mama call a hot line bling Haha

We got no rings onna finger

Shawty take a field trip Onna plane
Ho flying inna whole Wide World

She never come back like Amelia Earhart Never Return back from the dead PENNYWISE I be Chillin with my Cabbages Flocks my Glocks

Yeah wass up Ho I Lose Sum Weigh
Smoking Flowers huh karma is a bitch

Heal my pains from the Gloomy Sorrow Ghetto Love got PTSD Flashbacks

Mrs Get Dough Provider Type of nigga
Scare to fall in love Again

Bitches Playing Mind Games
Like she playing PC f*cking gaming huh

There is no way for a Bitter Bum Bitch
Stole my paper Stay bumpy messy

Never let no DirtBall hoes walking
In my Head Like She Onna Red Carpet
Nahhh I'mma Demons Angel
Not a video game

You wanna play with the Ouija Board
Go Play with somebody else heart
Flame it like you really mean it

Don't play a Nigga like I'mma fat headed of Type of Nigga

Let em Filthy dirty bitches
Watch a Nigga winning

Karma is a bitch like she own no switcher
Inna hands I'm not the one looking Loopy Dull Bitch

Onna hot potato game pass around
Like you wanna get yo heart burn
Hurt next

Let it grow Fatter Thicker than them toxic Bitches inna low income

Got Em Baby daddies paying up Child Support

I'mma Paper chaser like you hooches Mama Slide up Inna Pawn Shop strap for Them golds Earrings