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Drexthejoint - Block Hot Lyrics

[Intro]
(FBEAT go crazy)
(FBEAT producin' all the heat)

[Chorus]
They like, "Drex, what you on?" Lil’ nigga, I'm on bullshit
For no reason, I'm tryna empty out this full clip
Pop it on the ’Gram, but in person, you ain't do shit
I'm screamin' free my niggas 'til they let 'em out the bullpen
Every time Drex come through, swear to God he make the block hot
We shoot to kill, we ain't sendin' out no pop-shots
Ghetto-ass nigga, ’member slidin’ on a Mazda
You want smoke? Well, pussy nigga, we could hotbox

[Verse 1]
Big chop, lil' nigga, you better back back
Even if that ass flat, toot that ass back
If that ass fat, come over, baby, I’m tryna smack that
Clown-ass nigga, man, you the type of nigga we laugh at
Better stop it, boy, 'cause you ain't never did nothin'
Don’t let me catch you, boy, 'cause I'ma leave your body stinkin'
I got chop, it got me feelin' like I'm Franklin
Bitch all up on my jock 'cause she know a nigga gon' make it
Cold nigga, tuh, somethin' like subzero
Niggas get gunned down out here for tryna be a hero
Niggas peons, on hood, we gon' call that nigga Neon
And bullshit's what the fuck a nigga be on
Nigga copy what I'm doin', tuh, somethin' like my sons
I cheated on my bitch, she took me back, man, this bitch dumb
Strip a nigga, make a nigga run the funds
And how you tryna beef with me, but you don't even got a gun?
[Chorus]
They like, "Drex, what you on?" Lil' nigga, I'm on bullshit
For no reason, I'm tryna empty out this full clip
Pop it on the 'Gram, but in person, you ain't do shit
I'm screamin' free my niggas 'til they let 'em out the bullpen
Every time Drex come through, swear to God he make the block hot
We shoot to kill, we ain't sendin' out no pop-shots
Ghetto-ass nigga, 'member slidin' on a Mazda
You want smoke? Well, pussy nigga, we could hotbox

[Verse 2]
Used to laugh when I was rappin', now a nigga signed to 8K
Heard he ain't make it, guess it's time to take a vacay
Made it mayday, bounce out, let they whole fuckin' TEC spray
I'm a fly-ass nigga, man, I'll make your bitch neck break
If you know Drex, you know that nigga ain't shit
Watch how you approach 'cause all my nigga armed and dangerous
Robberies and walk-downs, lil' nigga, you can name it
Niggas thought that I changed, hell nah, I'm on the same shit, tuh
Man, let's be honest, all these hoes just love Drex
Every L that I ever took, took it to the neck
Always poppin' it up in them comments, come to the set, I'll get him stretched
Do a nigga dirty, we gon' make a mess
Niggas be bitches, nigga should've been a tranny
Bitch all up on us, well, I'ma call that bitch Sandy
Tooly on me, tuh, no Handy Manny
I can never ever loaf, niggas know I keep a blammy
[Chorus]
They like, "Drex, what you on?" Lil' nigga, I'm on bullshit (FBEAT go crazy)
For no reason, I'm tryna empty out this full clip
Pop it on the 'Gram, but in person, you ain't do shit
I'm screamin' free my niggas 'til they let 'em out the bullpen
Every time Drex come through, swear to God he make the block hot (FBEAT producin' all the heat)
We shoot to kill, we ain't sendin' out no pop-shots
Ghetto-ass nigga, 'member slidin' on a Mazda
You want smoke? Well, pussy nigga, we could hotbox, dumbass