[Intro: Local Nitty]
Blocka's got the best food in town man
It’s Zyron Blue baby
[Hook]
Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans
Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees
Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's
Fuck border control, all my packs got seized
Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high
See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive
Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights
Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies
[Verse 1]
Most these man are bitch mate, most of ’em are rats
You can't talk about your wrist game cause your dope is whack
See him on the streets, he was chatting all that wass
Bring the fizzy to your yard, we get it popping like some yak
I love money and weed, got them fetishes
Nice day, beating while deleting all these messages
Pops don't want his son to end up like his relatives
But it's in my blood man, we're all some fucking menaces
I ain't tryna end up broke
So I keep pushing packs and just wait on the roads
I ain't tryna spend it on a coat
Till my money long and I can blow a couple O's
You should know how the game goes
We’re still stuck up on the main roads
Ducking C.I.D. in them plain clothes
Case closed, I’m still out here with the same bros
They don't want beef, it’s all Gucci like Nafe Smallz
[Hook]
Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans
Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees
Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's
Fuck border control, all my packs got seized
Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high
See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive
Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights
Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies
[Verse 2]
I'm in the trap spot, bro’s got a nine of each
Rather buy me some Nike's than designer sneaks
That don't mean shit, I've had a thousand nines
At fifteen I made £10 a thousand times
Cah when it goes off I've got the sawn-off
Shotty used to be long, now it's got a nose job
And don't think it's just music
We rap about it cah we really go and do this
Had the town locked down before corona
I was getting all these pounds through the border
If you know it's no less than a quarter
Fork into crack, let it bubble in the water
Leave the packs at her yard, tell her "This ain't love"
I'm just tryna move all these big weight buds
Baby I'm a Chow so you know what's good
And my bag is sewn up, put it back up in the hood
Break a box down, gotta let these O's fly
You can get 'em cheap, man will charge you for 'em whole price
Make you smoke your own crop
You wouldn't know the whole time
Back to why I started, like Rimzee man it's go time
[Hook]
Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans
Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees
Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's
Fuck border control, all my packs got seized
Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high
See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive
Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights
Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies
Blocka's got the best food in town man
It’s Zyron Blue baby
[Hook]
Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans
Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees
Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's
Fuck border control, all my packs got seized
Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high
See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive
Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights
Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies
[Verse 1]
Most these man are bitch mate, most of ’em are rats
You can't talk about your wrist game cause your dope is whack
See him on the streets, he was chatting all that wass
Bring the fizzy to your yard, we get it popping like some yak
I love money and weed, got them fetishes
Nice day, beating while deleting all these messages
Pops don't want his son to end up like his relatives
But it's in my blood man, we're all some fucking menaces
I ain't tryna end up broke
So I keep pushing packs and just wait on the roads
I ain't tryna spend it on a coat
Till my money long and I can blow a couple O's
You should know how the game goes
We’re still stuck up on the main roads
Ducking C.I.D. in them plain clothes
Case closed, I’m still out here with the same bros
They don't want beef, it’s all Gucci like Nafe Smallz
[Hook]
Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans
Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees
Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's
Fuck border control, all my packs got seized
Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high
See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive
Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights
Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies
[Verse 2]
I'm in the trap spot, bro’s got a nine of each
Rather buy me some Nike's than designer sneaks
That don't mean shit, I've had a thousand nines
At fifteen I made £10 a thousand times
Cah when it goes off I've got the sawn-off
Shotty used to be long, now it's got a nose job
And don't think it's just music
We rap about it cah we really go and do this
Had the town locked down before corona
I was getting all these pounds through the border
If you know it's no less than a quarter
Fork into crack, let it bubble in the water
Leave the packs at her yard, tell her "This ain't love"
I'm just tryna move all these big weight buds
Baby I'm a Chow so you know what's good
And my bag is sewn up, put it back up in the hood
Break a box down, gotta let these O's fly
You can get 'em cheap, man will charge you for 'em whole price
Make you smoke your own crop
You wouldn't know the whole time
Back to why I started, like Rimzee man it's go time
[Hook]
Busy with the fiends, got this fizzy in my jeans
Aim it at your chest, nothing less than your knees
Pissed cause I woke up and lost a couple G's
Fuck border control, all my packs got seized
Blowing on this Cali, all this ammi, now I'm high
See him at the lights, slap it off and then we drive
Feds tryna chase, buss a U-ie at the lights
Changing up the plates so burn the whip if he dies
( Blocka (UK) )
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