[Intro]

Bigg Boo the Beat Junkie

I'll hit a nigga block up

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me

[Chorus]

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me, on the gang

[Verse 1]

Where I'm at, it get greezy

With yo bitch getting easty

I'm smart with a Glock, bitch, I get geeky

I just met the girl, man, she tryna get freaky

I don't need you, bitch, you need I

If a nigga touch me, he could die

On my Tom Brady shit, how I cheat and I lie

Ho, I'm just like the temp in July

That shit fake, love me from a distance

She don't want me, just my riches

This yo girl in the crib washing dishes

Bitch, I ball on my opps like the Pistons, nigga

I'm up next, put me in, coach

Ten bands, twenty bands, that's a big loaf

Now I'm in first class but I been coach

Now I got a lotta strips but I been broke

[Chorus]

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me, on the gang

[Verse 2]

AM, it's the gang, I'm immobile

Told that bitch suck my dick 'cause I'm vocal

They don't know you, on the gang, 'cause you local

Big dog, niggas know, bitch, I'm global, on the gang

Rap game, I'm the savior

This my time, bitch, I feel like the mayor

And yo girl wanna fuck, I'ma slay her

But, bitch, I'm broke if you asking for favors

I don't need ice, bitch, I came in hot

I don't even fight, bitch, I came in Glock

Thirty-two shots, bitch, you came and stop

Yo [?] L, bitch, you came and flopped

Ho, I'm a fool with a Glock 17

Hit five niggas on his block, that's a team

"Sus, what you do with the Glock?", something mean

Whole lotta red on his top, that's a beam, on the gang

[Chorus]

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me

I'll hit a nigga block up like graffiti

Lotta niggas gon' try, they can't be me

Bitch, I'm fly and I make it look easy

But this real life, bitch, believe me, on the gang