Block Out - Will Evans

Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out ayy

Nah that was really Will

That nigga pulled up

Probation office two days after jail

That nigga pulled up in a 745 BMW

And the nigga had a Glock on him

On my mama that nigga was a gangsta

On my mama

Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out

Pull off on they ass

Press the gas till it top out

Baby got some ass

She about to let the top out

Pull up real fast on they ass with the glock out

Blockow

Blockow

Clear the whole block out

Never turn a fade down

Never had to cop out

Money in my pocket

Hit the liquor store and got out

Buy a dollar Arizona but I pull the whole knot out

Ay

Boy I’m from the Murda

I’m gone bring the whole block out

I’s to the E’s got the G’s in the hideout

Make it hard to breathe

Ain’t no breeze when it’s hot out

Niggas know me

Everybody call me legend

Everybody here my cousin

Everybody here my brethren

I ain’t never had to sweat it

Make them call a paramedic

Got them calling for the heavens

I aint falling

I’m a get it like

I’m really that nigga they pretend to be

Pull up on a opp like remember me

Hating ass nigga give me energy

Line them all up like symmetry

I been getting money but they already know it

I ain’t even got to call them cuz they already going

We ain’t even put no pressure

Niggas already folding

I ain’t never got to ask cuz I’m already holding like

Ay no S-Class cuz the GT drop out

Pull off on they ass

Press the gas till it top out

Baby got some ass

She about to let the top out

Pull up real fast on they ass with the glock out

Blockow

Blockow

Clear the whole block out

Never turn a fade down

Never had to cop out

Money in my pocket

Hit the liquor store and got out

Never had a blemish

Put me in the book of Guinness

Grew up with the killers

Murda Murda business

Really independent

I was really in the trenches

Took the 40 off the little homie

Nigga he ain’t in it

I be on the block

Where them niggas say I’m not

I was pulling out stocks now I’m pulling out stocks

Came a long way from the glock

In the sock by the battery box

In case we had to be stopped

I can tell a lot cuz a nigga really did that

Run up in the crib

We gone Rob the whole kickback

Got to aim low cuz you know it got kick back

Got to stay low you know them niggas want get back

Ay

We made it out a place they don’t make it

If you want to get it just believe it when you say it

I’m a real nigga and I know them niggas hate it

When the song come on

Everybody bout to play it like

No S-Class cuz the GT drop out

Pull off on they ass

Press the gas till it top out

Baby got some ass

She about to let the top out

Pull up real fast on they ass with the glock out

Blockow

Blockow

Clear the whole block out

Never turn a fade down

Never had to cop out

Money in my pocket

Hit the liquor store and got out

Buy a dollar Arizona but I pull the whole knot out

Ay

Boy I’m from the Murda

I’m gone bring the whole block out

I’s to the E’s got the G’s in the hideout

Make it hard to breathe

Ain’t no breeze when it’s hot out

Niggas know me

Everybody call me legend

Everybody here my cousin

Everybody here my brethren

I ain’t never had to sweat it

Make them call a paramedic

Got them calling for the heavens

I ain’t falling

I’m a get it like