Blocka Songtext
von Hustle Gang

My youngins got a Glock
Once he turn around it′s the blocka, blocka
Go, hit em with the choppa
It's the blocka blocka blocka

I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it′s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka


If you homie with my shooter then nigga pull up then
He'll knock yo ass off for a light 10
Yo a coward if you kill a nigga in the night then
Say you gangsta, way kill em, meet me in the light then
They don′t wait til the police call, white then
And if you don′t want it, have em makin more white then
God say I turn to kill he right then
We all righteous, member of the Righteous Men
Righteous killers, do it cool as the fam with it
That is Godwork, yall niggas is playin with it
Manslaughter a nigga, bare hands with it
And we go, real pussy, I was in the can with it
I'm Young Dro, not the avenger
Solid gold davenger
Yall niggas sleep, I wake em up like awerika
I used to fall with Keishas, now I′m fuckin with character
I'm in the kitchen, flippin this case, no spatula

I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it′s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka


I say money is the mission, we murder without permission
Kills in the kitchen, the product′s off in the kitchen
My niggas getting richer cuz niggas know they positioned
If money talk then all you broke niggas should listen
Everybody hatin on me, it's like who could you trust?
All these hoes out here skinning, it's like who could you fuck
In this Rolls I be leanin em like who gives a fuck
But these niggas talkin reckless, just know that you can be touched
When that money on the line, my hands on the line
I put that money on yo heads, all this money on my mind nigga
And you don′t wanna see me shine
Nigga time is money so I put some money on my time nigga
I know you hear me on yo radio
Fuck around headshots, spin that voice for Gatti O
And all my niggas tell me though
Dream chaser, Hustle Gang nigga, you already know

I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it′s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it's the blocka, blocka

Hey girl my youngin want action
He run up with that thing
Even if he don′t let it bang I bet you won't do a thing
You ain′t ballin like I'm ballin, hundred G up in yo thing
I′m a million movie man, gor for deal and do yo thing
Hustle Gang muhfucka, all we do is get money
I got 100 racks, you wanna do this shit forever
That crew on yo back, Hustle Gang, you cheer
Make dough our music but got other shit to do in the rear
You got a bitch, she see me gentile, I be usually friend
Retarded, watchin my arm, stupid shit on my neck
We both fuck er, let's help er, go ask er who do it the best
I pull her shit out of prison, she stuck a feel in her chair
So get most of the money? Who got all the respect
Head light, we get the best, let em fight for the rest
I beat you all gonna ride, if I'm flyin in a jet
My hood, you need choppa, might get by all the tech, you hear me?

I know you heard me through yo radio
I know you heard me through yo stereo
100 chains on with my Figaro
Bout to kill the game, nigga here we go
And I pull that on me
And the feds got a case, try to put that on me
And Shawty got a ass, go on, put that on me
Millie in the bag man, I put that on me

And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it′s the blocka, blocka
And my youngin got a choppa
Once he turn around it′s the blocka, blocka