[Intro: Bla5er]
I ain't never been a fuck n***a
I ain't never fuck wit' duck n***as
Fish scale work came in wit' the stamps on 'em
Got plenty bales n***a
Sent from over there n***a
Still in the trenches n***a, huh
Gettin' money wit' my n***as

[Verse 1: Bla5er]
Look I beat up the beat, ayy, remix the clean
Thousand dollar jeans wit' Buscemi on my feet
Paper on me long way bussin' of my scenes
Got the gang wit' me now, we’ll create a crime scene
Ayy, fuck up the scene, ayy fuck it, I'm the shit
Ayy, fish scale wrist got me soundin' like a bitch
In the booth right now, lock 'em down like a pit
Got two full .30's, put some rounds in your shit
Look, I work round the clock, breakdown the block
Walk around the trap spot in Gucci flip flops
Look, I'm plottin' on some M’s, tryna hit me a lick
Got a bitch flyin' in from the bay wit' the pack
Ayy, smashin' down the ave wit' your bae, huh
She’ll damn near do what I say, huh
Diamonds on a n***a ice tray, huh
Juggin' round the city makin' plays, huh
Thinkin' 'bout finessin' Jorge, yeah
Runnin' through the trenches for a take, yeah
Choppa hold a hundred, okay, yeah
Weapon plan for the gunplay, yeah
Ion think des pussy n***as wanna play, huh
.223 beat ya face, spend a hundred beat the case
Beat the block gettin' cake, got 'em in by the freight
[Chorus: Bla5er]
Yeah, hold up, huh
I beat up the block, huh
I beat up the trap, yeah
I bet up ya bitch, huh, huh
I hit her wit' the D, yeah, yeah
I'm after them racks, huh, huh
And that is a fact, yeah, yeah
I beat up the block, huh, huh
I beat up the trap, yeah, yeah
I beat up ya bitch, yeah, yeah
I hit her wit' the D, yeah, yeah
I'm after them racks, yeah, yeah
And that is a fact, yeah, yeah
I beat up the beat, yeah, yeah
I beat up the block, yeah, yeah
I beat up the trap, yeah, yeah
And that is a fact, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Maybe I'm the hottest, maybe I'm not, fuck it
I could still pull up, big body bucket
N***as talkin' down on me like I got lucky
If I was stuck at the bottom would you be here for me?
I had to go down the road, I didn’t hear from them
Now all of a sudden everybody wan' care for me
I only got fear of god, but I ain't scared of nothing
My father probably be smilin' if I was still hustlin'
She know when I call to pick up I'ma beat it up
Fuck the speed limit everywhere I go I'm in a rush
Got a plain jane, took it straight, and went and go it bussed
They say they want problems, but naw, never wit' us
Switch it up, I'm back on my grizzly like I'm supposed to
When you handle business like I do they won't approach you
Probably ain't gone ride, but I guarantee that they post you
I be wit' the guys then crash like I'm supposed to
Beat up every track I'm on
Everything I got I got on my own
My car my jewels my home
Gotta stack it all until my kids get grown
Beat the block wit' a passion
You know I get them blocks and do magic
You know you try me its gon' be a tragic
You know you try me its gon' be a tragic (Baby, Baby)
[Chorus: Bla5er]
Yeah, hold up, huh
I beat up the block, huh
I beat up the trap, yeah
I bet up ya bitch, huh, huh
I hit her wit' the D, yeah, yeah
I'm after them racks, huh, huh
And that is a fact, yeah, yeah
I beat up the block, huh, huh
I beat up the trap, yeah, yeah
I beat up ya bitch, yeah, yeah
I hit her wit' the D, yeah, yeah
I'm after them racks, yeah, yeah
And that is a fact, yeah, yeah
I beat up the beat, yeah, yeah
I beat up the block, yeah, yeah
I beat up the trap, yeah, yeah
And that is a fact, yeah