[Intro]
Fuck cops
Fuck cops (Ahaaa)
Fuck cops
Fuck cops
I’s the boy from the block (You know already)
Fuck cops
Fuck cops
(DATL4L)
(R.I.P 2Thou, R.I.P Pork)
Fuck cops
Fuck cops

[Chorus]
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n***a have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n***a have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
[Verse 1: Young Dinero]
I not the boss, but your boy don’t sleep
If a paper gon' flip, then your boy gon’ еat
You could maybe get it for the flat twеnty-six, racks
See a man dead for six, packs
Thirty eight revolver have five, shots
DA trap life to die for
Free all my n***as in the lajol
Saying that Dinero just too hot

One more bal
I not his friend, not his pal
The glocky is a fourty cal
When I up it, ti mal
He try to run, but he fall
Blicky la ka feh yo mal

Brrrp-brrrp
Two missed calls
Yayo got a half P in Trafalgar Falls

Brrrp-brrrp
Two missed calls
Yayo got a half P in Trafalgar Falls

[Chorus]
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n***a have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n***a have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
[Verse 2: Delly Boss]
You know I must cross when I come down with the ‘Coste
Paper coming in like a boss
Do the sign of the cross
You know she like how I floss
I'm a big stepper, of course
Dream big or get lost
Always gotta get that bread
Better watch out for the feds
N***as hate and pretend
That's why I ain't got no friends
They always switch up in the end, so I stick to my lane
I hate when my n***as in pain
R.I.P Pork, that's on gang
2Thou in my brain telling me to chase my dream
All I wanna do is win, get rich with my team

[Verse 3: Kxng Jxy]
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
R.I.P Benderz and Pork
Record when I fuck
Call her Tik and I'm Tok
She said baby doe ask me, just take and doe talk
If it's up, then it's stuck
Broke out the Glock
And I call that shit daffy, that boy better duck
DATL on top
Hennesy in my cup, overflowing like blessings in church, keep in tuck
Remember I had a dream, no Martin, but Kxng
Jxy in the beam, with my team, plotting schemes
No joking, no memes, but it's funny it's seems
Take your ting, bring it home, no England football team
[Chorus]
I’s the boy from the block
Never had plenty
Sugar in a ziploc, selling for twenty
My broda buy a big Glock, match his new MT-7
I not the boss, so is twenty-seven
For the pack
Your turn gon’ come, just relax
Every real n***a have opps
You know I spit facts
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops

[Outro]
You know I spit facts
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops

I’s the boy from the block
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops

I’s the boy from the block
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops

I’s the boy from the block
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops
DA, fuck GA, fuck cops

I’s the boy from the block