Call me Ali, Cassius Buck
Fast forward '09, I'm still aggy as fuck
Career-driven, why it's hard for me to hurt the block
Why I drift in and out the game with the burner squad
I won't hesitate for no sec
Call this trap posh and I'm the old Becks
I'm in Gabbana's with the slick bottom
I ain't next to flow then my money's on Fix Dot 'em
Have your peeps missing
I won't be a victim of that sneak dissing
Grab the ting, beat the clip in, cock back, siege lifting
I'm Jordan in his prime, '96 Pippen
I can bring the light and I can make the flame flow
And bounce off your head the way the game go
My little **** a gun hog
Ruthless with the suttin', it's a leanin' slum dog
Block coaches
Stepping on cockroaches
The weapon in the block's closest
357s, man's block posted
Block coaches
Stepping on cockroaches
The weapon in the block's closest
357s, man's block posted
My **** roll out with a stick in the whip
MAC-10 sitting with the four-fizzy and shit
Anytime I see one little pickney slip
I'll be picking the prick, I'll be pitching him quick (yes)
Fuck a walk in the park, this ain't a pickinick trip
Show these little motherfuckers what stickiness is
Get busy with it
Man'll mizzy a bit
We all know I get busy with stiff
Rolling me some darse heads, call it business trips
I teach you little **** what business is
They went and put me in the middle of a frivolous bit
I step out in the sickest of kicks
Got the man on the horse in the middle of it
Spend grime round the Porsche in his bib and the shit
Like hurry up Giggs, **** get in the whip
Block coaches
Stepping on cockroaches
The weapon in the block's closest
357s, man's block posted
Block coaches
Stepping on cockroaches
The weapon in the block's closest
357s, man's block posted

Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson & Daniel Collins.