Reche - Shoot Up the Block (feat. V.Lynx.I) Lyrics

I might shoot up the block
Might take sum for ransom
I hear niggas plotting
That's why we keep tecs for
Expect me to stop
But I shoot thru the red though
We just be stunting dont be talking to the feds hoe
Go straight to the top
Ain't gotta flex though
Got niggas that's robbin
Stash cash at the bank too
Smoking kush my problem
Sipping bottles of liq too
Let's stick together all the crazy shit we been through
Run straight to the guap
Show you what them bands do
My problems gone stop
All that f*ck shit we dont tend to
They want me to rob but ima do what I was sent to
Come through whippin shit brand new ain't gotta brag you know I got loot
I smoke to take away the bad news
Sit & think about the shit I been through
Gotta keep that pistol ain't tryna be food
A nigga never tried me but these bitches do
I remember robbin just to get some shoes
Crackas pulled me Dre told me to keep my cool
F*ck up I left my hope dreams in middle school
Mama taught me right but I didnt listen to her
You can lose ya life so dont be slippin homie
With the same niggas ain't no different homies
I got trust issues I be gripping on it
Know that karma real so I been waiting on it
I might shoot up the block
Might take sum for ransom
I hear niggas plotting
That's why we keep tecs for
Expect me to stop
But I shoot thru the red though
We just be stunting dont be talking to the feds hoe
Go straight to the top
Ain't gotta flex though
Got niggas that's robbin
Stash cash at the bank too
Smoking kush my problem
Sipping bottles of liq too
Let's stick together all the crazy shit we been through
Just thinking about what we been through
Life ain't just promised its given to u
Still with the same squad we stick together like we meant to
Losing family over time it's not so simple
Missing time with love ones have a nigga sick too
Pour it up f*ck wit me
Hanging out properly
Stack it up cash up a check
Smoking kush everyday yeah its fa my mental
Demons peek through windows want sum angels on my skin
I just want the power to provide for all my kin
Sipping out a styrofoam counting out your rent
Perky got her satisfied that piece hot and ready
Really dont care what you saying
Still got the hood on me stamped
Still might just rock a gman
Burberry belt with the pants
Got the lil bih in a trance oh
Diamonds on my neck they dancing
Look at the models they prancing
That lil baby she fancy
F*ck her till she hollering got pressure for all that stress
Cashing out a check
Tryna make amends
I might shoot up the block
Might take sum for ransom
I hear niggas plotting
That's why we keep tecs for
Expect me to stop
But I shoot thru the red though
We just be stunting dont be talking to the feds hoe
Go straight to the top
Ain't gotta flex though
Got niggas that's robbin
Stash cash at the bank too
Smoking kush my problem
Sipping bottles of liq too
Let's stick together all the crazy shit we been through