[Verse 1]
This is taken from "No Chorus, Pt. 10"
No Chorus, Pt. 10, finna cop a van
Pop a n***a ass like a fuckin' perc ten
Hit him with the bag like I'm in the first dance
Thirty to his back, leave him gone with the wind
I'm gettin' head like a motherfuckin' mannequin
If you gon' bust at me why is you panicking?
Thirties all up, leave a fuck n***a vanishing
I hit him up, ain't gon' lie, it was challenging
Say he getting money but where it's at?
I'm the alley, O'Malley cat
I'm in the jungle with lions and birds
To the left, that's how I like my hat (crip)
Freak hoes, I'm striking it
Beat 'em up, Mike Tyson it
Fuck the bitch, he ain't liking it
Made a post 'bout me, lost his life today
I'm 'bout to pull up
I'm driving fast, I thirtied the mag, you know what it's full of
He 'bout to crash 'cause I shot his ass before he could look up
That n***a shook up, brain got took up, names got looked up
Commissary, get your books up
What's wrong with him?
AR to his head, I'm 'bout to dome-split him
Heard a n***a want me dead, I had to go'n get him
Put bananas to his head like Donkey Kong hit him
My money long n***a
Yours small, mine tall, get your own n***a
I was only fourteen beating grown n***as
Got big forty with the beam, this ho go long n***a
Ain't no way that I'ma miss and hit the wrong n***a
Chopper get to spitting wherever, bullets get to hitting whoever
Bitch I keep the eagle, no feather
Shoot a n***a just for the pleasure
N***a better not play 'bout my cheddar
N***a's ass better know better
Say one thing, spark him up with the Beretta
Bitch I got them rounds like I'm Floyd Mayweather
Mayweather, bitch I'm hot like May weather
Forty on my side like we go together
Y'all n***as broke and y'all hoes too
Pussy ass n***a I expose you (that's on my mama)
She suck my dick, baby girl got no tooth
Connect with the plug like I'm wifi or bluetooth
I remember days when I had to wear Fubu
When you a nail everybody wanna screw you
Shop with me, shop with me, I turn a drug deal to a robbery
I gotta kill him, on crip ain't no stopping me
He tried to play me like I was monopoly
Damn, damn, scratch a n***a out his Lamb
2013 Lito, bitch I go ham
I got chill like Doritos, no food stamps
We making moves and shit, my n***as be hitting licks
Shot a n***a down just like a cigarette
If he on some business shit
Load the forty Glock up and go hit some shit
I swear we ain't missing shit
I would never ever fuck on a groupie bitch
Unless she give benefits


[Verse 2]
From "No Chorus, Pt. 11" on his 2018 mixtape SIMI
Yeah bitch, this No Chorus, Pt. 11 (Part 11)
Draw down with the gun like it's double-oh-seven (rrah, baow)
Twirl a n***a, no baton, but I'll use it as a weapon (get back)
Worrisome bitch up on my line, don't stomp the yard, bitch get to steppin' (to steppin')
N***a playin', get jumped (get jumped)
Crank a n***a like the lumps (lumps)
Headshot him with the pump (rrah)
Now his brains gone (boom boom boom)
Ayy I'll smack a n***a if he say my name wrong (say my name wrong)
I can't trust these n***as, they be singin', call 'em Trey Songz (yeah yeah yeah)
Ayy, do you want to take a ride with me? (a ride with me?)
All I mean, chopper on the side of me (raow raow raow raow)
Ayy I stand for the block, it's like a tribe to me (word)
And I'll never switch up 'cause that's the pride in me (that's on my mama)
Hey, all we do is rob
Catch an opp late night, bust him at his car (car)
'Cause I caught him at the red light (the red light)
Ayy come hit the headlight (the headlight)
Them n***as they scared, right? (they scared)
Fell in love with the forty, we some newlyweds right? (yeah we married)
Aw, no, they don't get it though (no no)
On my Chris Brown shit, my money stackin' wall to wall (wall to wall)
When I went to school, made the team, but I ain't play the ball (never played it)
Man I act a fool with them things, I up and spray at y'all (boom)
BlocBoy be the fuckin' player (player)
If you with me, put your fuckin' hands in the air (in the air)
I'ma shock the world but I ain't ever use a taser (use a taser)
You was the V, now you're G, boy you traitor (twist up, ayy)
I'ma pull off in the 'Vette (skrrt, skrrt)
My n***a my left hand, but he on the right with the TEC (skrrt)
Dump at your car, leave it wet (huh?)
You was so scared that you fucked around and had a wreck
BlocBoy the preacher, you blessed (blessed)
I was in school with the work in my desk (the desk)
I had the tabs and the perc for the less (what you want?)
Sell me too much then your ass will get stretched (I need all that)
Get down, yeah you know the MO (the MO)
My money long like a limo (limo), your shit short like demos (huh)
My pockets fat like a hippo, forty on my hip though (yeah yeah yeah)
Hit the club, shot six fours, no lie it was lit though (lit, lit, lit)
Ayy, yeah it's time for everybody to rock with me (rock with me)
If you think that you gon' kill me, you gon' lay down and drop with me (die ho)
Sayin' BlocBoy is a ho, that's like sayin' the cops with me (the cops with me)
Twenty-five for a bow, ayy lil n***a come shop with me (shop with me)
Get your money up (bitch)
We don't do no leg shots, we shoot the stomach up (the stomach up)
And we gon' bend your bitch down until her tummy tuck (until her tummy tuck)
Cuz put the tommy up (put that down cuz)
We Bloc Nation, everybody know we keep them guns with us (duh)