[Chorus: Earlly Mac & Boldy James]
Uh, n***as would have killed for that big bird 'Rari
Money make friends switch, you might get Swiss Army'd, uh
Open up the front, they were sellin' out the back
If you ain't got a bag, ain't gotta tell me why you mad
Sss, sss, sss (It's Blocks)

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
Counting up a spreadsheet (Yeah), ducked off in the cut duckin' the fed clink (What else?)
Your bitch pussy fire, but her head weak (You know it)
Popping out with Jet Li (Ayy), I crank all my whips up with a red key (Uh-huh)
Louis Vuitton comforter, thousand-dollar bedsheets
Get a n***a mummy-wrapped, now that n***a dead meat (Grrt)
Quick to step on a n***a like I got webbed feet (Uh)
XD 40 leave a n***a like a deadbeat
AMG 580 Benz with the red seats (Skrrt, skrrt)
Backie full of Runtz, water-whipping like a jetski (Blockworks)
Never took a front so can't no n***a said they fed me (At all)
Hundred-ten to Morgantown, rackin' out in West V (Uh-huh)
Pressin' on consignment, ain't no n***a never press me, let's get it

[Chorus: Earlly Mac]
Uh, n***as would have killed for that big bird 'Rari
Money make friends switch, you might get Swiss Army'd, uh
Open up the front, they were sellin' out the back
If you ain't got a bag, ain't gotta tell me why you mad
Sss, sss, sss (It's Blocks)
[Verse 2: Earlly Mac]
Mm, damn, the last person that you helped can't help but envy
Doing all that baller-blocking when it's 'bout the benjis
I wanna stimulate your mind, you just wanna stem me
That ho played that one role, she just wanna end me
Uh, she turnt monster when I'm in my boxers
That head still slap, bitch, I'm at the Oscars
Nina in a mink when I'm at the opera
Looking for a date, I was thinking Oprah
Strike like cobra, slime like Oprah
I put money on the books as I was reading Chopper
Big Merold on the choker, this ain't free promotion
Kill for what I love, these is mixed emotions

[Chorus: Earlly Mac]
Yeah, uh, n***as would have killed for that big bird 'Rari
Money make friends switch, you might get Swiss Army'd, uh
Open up the front, they were sellin' out the back
If you ain't got a bag, ain't gotta tell me why you mad
Sss, sss, sss