[Lyric] Blocka (Jon Bowser)

[Verse 1: Jon Bowser]
So what ya girl got a degree
Take her down South have her cooking grits for me
Shawty on key, wanna hang with a G
Caught her, hangin outside of DC
And Jon don't play with no boppas
Call me Lil Daddy guess she lookin' for a papa
I ain't that awful
Break it off, and tell her it's not her
Say you real, I seen trilla
No fur, ice round the neck be the chinchilla
Hit a scene, become a cold killa
Sorry I just can't feel ya
Got bands, only right I beat blocks and blow stacks
Show no mercy, I ain't heard of truce
Say you buzzin', I ain't heard of you
You wit ya boo, I'm in the booth
Pointless with pestering
Please tell me how you getting money, but a pedestrian
You less than, less than a man
Don't deserve a pound wit my bizness hand
I'll do what you can't, just do what ya can
I'll pop in the streets, keep poppin them zans
Hook
...As I stand in the valley of death (x4)

[Verse 2: Jon Bowser]
Diamonds on the wrist got birds askin if they real or not
Stop tweetin' chick...we verified
Child of destiny...no handholdin'
Let me be(Be), you background so keep it rollin(Rowland)
Rolled eyes and tough talk
Can't hurt me
Play it cool or you can murked, no mercy
Out of order ya set wrong
Ya bug get stepped on
Check the stats, I was cakin' when I met the stacks
Trust me, I'm far from soldier
They mad I nailed it
Now they wanna screw me over
Will have a mill for every ex ya got
Shine hard mane got the bezel hard to watch