Blocked - Killumantii

How about when I talk to him

Everybody eye him when I walk through 'em

Slick shit all up my comments

Talkin' tough 'cause I think I take it too

Block a nigga 'cause he think it’s sweet

Block a bitch for a bitch for an emoji

Hit a nigga with a clap back

And I’m blockin' niggas if they snap back like

But they hate though

You don’t like me?

Leave my page, ho

Got 'em mad as fuck on every post, yo

But hatin' on a kid don’t get paid, ho

I know these hoes don’t like

But I’m the main one that you searched for

They ain’t shinin' with me so they kind of bitter

Niggas mad because they not a winner

Old niggas, yeah, they kinda bitter

Bitches mad because I took they nigga

Hit that bitch with a quick block

Then I block her friend 'cause she watch me with her

I been blockin' bitches since '09

MySpace, top five

Your friend request has been denied

No DMs, nigga, you can’t slide

They don’t like me, they ain’t go to

But watch how niggas still follow you

Watchin' me from a different page

'Cause you scared that I might block you

Girl bad bad, there ain’t nothin' here for you to laugh at

Have fun watchin' all my money stack

Why don’t you copy this and go around your beck, voila

Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)

Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)

Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)

Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)

Niggas lame, they ain’t fuckin' with us

'Cause we won’t let 'em in the crew

It be your own niggas that be trollin' you

Shit’s sad but you know it’s true

Sol la do la, how I move it

Look how hard they be movin'

While I’m still winnin' dress in Gucci linen

With my gold pendants

So Lord, niggas keep it movin'

In my DMs tryna spit game

But you three times my age

I should take your ass to the bank

And make you wipe out your own safe

Chanel back on my waist

You know I got expensive taste

And if he find out what I’m doin'

I’ma block his ass and keep it movin'

Eh, look, eh, control alt delete

And I told you I ain’t doin' it

Deletin' shit so I can’t see

Claimin' you don’t care

But you keep tabs on where I be

Hit a nigga, another picture flossin' with my jewels like

I hate when they post and delete

Like I’ll come through with receipts

Sneak dissin' through them retweets

Go on pop out in these streets

Can’t be hard through a phone screen

Talkin' like they really want beef

Know a big killa finna eat

Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)

Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)

Quick to block a nigga, quick to block a nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, quick to block a bitch (Blocked)

Don’t make me block that nigga, make the block that nigga (Blocked)

Quick to block a bitch, make me block that bitch (Blocked)