{Verse 1} {Rony}

It’s getting very chilly in my city I might catch a cold

Brand new bust down AP I might cop a Rollie tho

That bitch got a fat ass I might hit it tho

Baby can you bring it back shawty can you drop it low

I got all this money baby I can make it rain

Balling on these niggas like I’m in the NBA

I swear this shit way too easy rap be getting me paid

Boss talk nigga no you niggas can’t relate

{Verse 2} {Rony}

Hold up I’m like wait nigga

I be cruising in them wraiths nigga

I just fucked yo bitch nigga

And you ain’t gone do shit nigga

Pull up in a foreign it’s a light show I arrive

My bruthas sending shots it’s a light show we survived

{Chorus} {Rony}

I’m a block boy

I’m a real hot boi

I be cruising in the P

Like I’m Pistole Pete

She a bad bitch so she gone get on hеr knees

Lil mama come on over herе I heard you was a freak

{Verse 3}

Baby I got this money I can make it rain in a second

Baby say the word and I’ll make a fuck nigga disappear

Hold up wait I’m tryna see if these niggas really bout it

These niggas talking more than bitches always be on they period

{Verse 4}

Eeeeerr, Eeeeerr

I be going Eeeerr

Eeeeerr, Eeeerrr

I be going Eeeeerr

Feeling like I’m Roddy Rich when I be in that box

I gave that hoe good dick man I fuck her till she cum

{Verse 5}

(Beat Drop 1:26 Sec)

Always keep it G I’ll never fold on my bruthas

These niggas they be talking but I know they really acting

Should’ve seen lil boy face other day I caught him lacking

Feeling like I’m blue face all my money got em blue strips

Free lil bro Abdul man know he facing time

If you a real nigga then you best not testify

All my bruthas keep that glizzy always on they side

Bitch keep calling my phone but I told her she my side

{Verse 6}

I don’t play Mario kart but ima hit you with them shells nigga

Pussy niggas get slapped nigga

And snitch niggas get whacked nigga

I know you’s a rat nigga

So don’t come to close nigga

Diamonds dancing like bachata

Know these these niggas ratatas

{Chorus}

I’m a block boy

I’m a real hot boi

I be cruising in the P

Like I’m Pistole Pete

She a bad bitch so she gone get on her knees

Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak

{Verse 7}

I know shit get sticky so I gotta keep a blicky

No I don’t know Kodak but we a sniper gang

Bitch I’m high af and I’m swerving in the range

You think I give fuck? Then you must be a lame

{Verse 8}

It’s time to wake em up they’ve been sleeping on my name

Still remember days I was stuck up in the rain

Those days are longer no more baguettes in my chain

Niggas flexing on the gram with they little change

{Verse 9}

Niggas stressing over bitches

Niggas bitching, snitching, ditching then they wonder why they missing

Niggas always talk they missing

We be shooting at the opps like it’s laser tag

Bitch I’m a lion in the jungle like mufasa

{Verse 10}

No you niggas can’t relate

No we cannot correlate

Come to close you’ll get a fade

No I cannot be replaced

I’m a fly ass nigga like a weatherman

I get a bag and run it back like a running back

{Chorus} {Rony}

I’m a block boy

I’m a real hot boi

I be cruising in the P

Like I’m Pistole Pete

She a bad bitch so she gone get on her knees

Lil mama come on over here I heard you was a freak