[Intro]
What else? Ayy
(Yo, Blocks across the border) Uh-huh
Let's get it (227), uh

[Verse 1]
It's Boldy James Overlord, 7 to the 6 (Uh-huh)
Cocaine smörgåsbord, pressin' up them bricks (Let's get it)
Got a Soul Train line wrapped around the corner
Auntie need her wake-up, I'm up earlier than Tom Joyner (Where we at with it?)
Needle in her varicose, she be skin poppin' (Ayy)
Bitin' a belt around her arm, now her chin dropping (It's on)
These n***as out here click hoppin', bitches dick suckin' (What else?)
He emptied out his whole clip, ain't even hit nothing (Blah)
This chopper come from Moscow, got your bitch blushing (Uh-huh)
Pearling five grams in the cream, this a big Russian (Roll up)
Cream soda full of lean, I need a pair of crutches
Bad bitches Louised down toting Cartier clutches (Totin', totin')
Counting up blues with no healthcare budget
Design on my Jimmy Choos looking like I airbrushed it (Run it up)
Cris & Moët in a Belaire bucket (Uh-huh)
You see this chain on my neck, n***a know he bet' not dare touch it (Let's get it)

[Chorus]
Just as long as the hood love me, shit, I'm good money (It's on)
Countin' up a one-twenty, all hun-dunnies (Count up, uh-huh)
Custy waitin' at Wendy's, another one at Tubby's
Lil' dog ran off, I ain't seen him in a month of Sundays
Sellin' all this ice cream like a fudge sundae
In the spot buckin' with that dog like I'm Bud Bundy (He's the ice cream man)
Fuck a bitch then put her out, this ain't no lovey-dovey (Uh, ayy)
Lil' dog ran off, I ain't see him in a month of Sundays (Let's get it)
[Verse 2]
Bogarting like I'm Humphrey, serving all the honkies (Blocks)
Leave a pussy n***a bleedin' like he on his monthly
It's Bo Blocks in the trap doggin' raw custies (Ayy)
Harlem Globetrottin' with that pack all across country (Worldwide)
Competing for the World Cup, special Olympian
I do this shit for Detroit and every ghetto in Michigan (Detroit)
Hold it in the light like a baby at his Christening (That shine)
My fiends banging 'ringes, I ain't talking insulin (My ghetto heroes)
Take it in blood, really in this shit (Uh-huh)
Know I'ma kill for my brothers on the love, don't even mention it (It's a drill)
We really thugging, shit be hit-or-miss (It's on)
It's fucked up, can't even put my lil' cousin on the visit list (Tune)
Was riding hotties with my n***a Fritz (Cuz)
These n***as know who really out here dropping bodies, really drilling shit
Still guilty 'til proven innocent, fuck was you
When my bond was a million cash, no ten-percent? (Let's get it)

[Chorus]
Just as long as the hood love me, shit, I'm good money (Uh-huh)
Countin' up a one-twenty, all hun-dunnies (Count up)
Custy waitin' at Wendy's, another one at Tubby's
Lil' dog ran off, I ain't seen him in a month of Sundays
Sellin' all this ice cream like a fudge sundae
In the spot buckin' with that dog like I'm Bud Bundy (He's the ice cream man)
Fuck a bitch then put her out, this ain't no lovey-dovey (Ayy)
Lil' dog ran off, I ain't see him in a month of Sundays
[Outro]
Custy waitin' at Wendy's, another one at Tubby's
Ayy
Lil' dog ran off, I ain't seen him in a month of Sundays
What else?