[Intro]
Bah
4 Block nigga you know how we give it up
This no hellcat bitch this a M
Fuck the opps
Die Sheed, Die Ant, Nigga Die Cash
[Chorus]
This ain't no Hellcat bitch this a X6M
We caught a opp tryna go to the gym
Imma blow out his head I ain't missin' the rim
His shots let off everytime I spin
Big .45 turn a fat nigga slim
If he ain't 4 Block I ain't clapping with him
I ain't doin no songs I ain't rapping with him
When this big shit hit him its tackling him
[Verse 1]
I ain't gon play, hold on I think I see him fuck it imma broadday
Tell lil bruh to move out the way
Glock 17 I don't need me no K
I was stressing that [?] im smoking that K
Smoking on Bandz we made him a day
I'm tryna fall back and drop me a tape
Put that opp lil nigga stay in the way
[Verse 2]
Hol on, I'm throwing bullets I tell him to go long
Bashout he ain't DM me in so long
I think he dead or that lil nigga phone off
I threw the 4 I bet its gon go off
Lil nigga died cuz he tried be a show off
Jump out the back like we been had the door off
A 400 booth no pack just go off, hold on
[Verse 3]
I keep blowin
Lil twin died cuz he kept trolling
I'm off 2 booze on the X5 hollin
They tryna hop lil stunt keep goin
And got killed guess he wasn't totin
Threw all the hat before I kept blowin
This a X5M this bitch shit stolen
I'm off the drug right now I'm rollin
[Verse 4]
He better run when I pop out the door
Bro try to run in the house imma blow up the door
Imma chase his ass down if he run to the store
(Chase his ass down if he run to the store) uh
Niggas be running from me
Posting that gun but then grip when he run into me
So many niggas was ducking from me
When I start blowing better duck by a tree
[Verse 5]
4 Block, uh
I'm on the block and I'm posted Glock 9
Better keep that head up when u at the stop sign
Dont worry one shot start trippin I got mine
Turn my phone off cuz I'm on the opps side
I can't answer cuz I'm tryna pop mine
(Turn my phone off cuz I'm on the opps side)
(I can't answer cuz I'm tryna pop mine)
[Outro]
This ain't no Hellcat bitch this a X6M
We caught a opp tryna go to the gym
Imma blow out his head I ain't missin' the rim
His shots let off everytime i spin
Big .45 turn a fat nigga slim
If he ain't 4 Block I ain't clapping with him
I ain't doin no songs I ain't rapping with him
When this big shit hit him its tackling him