(feat. Styles)

[Intro]

D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block
D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block

Ohh %#@!! (let's go)

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]

You can kiss yo' $$# goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
La-da-da, da-da-daaaah (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)
You can kiss yo' $$# goodbye (D-Block, D-Block, D-Block, D-Block)

La-da-da, da-da-daaaah

[Sheek Louch]

Aiyyo, this that %#@! that make ^!$$%z wanna rep they clique (uh-huh)
Grab their gun and diss ^!$$%z to their dick
Buck somethin, go somewhere and $#&@ somethin ($#&@ somethin)

Like that frontin ^!$$% (*##$, make her suck somethin (suck somethin)
Wild out, D-Block shirt inside out
Hoodie on with the all black Belushis on

^!$$%z yappin 'til they muh-$#&@in face is torn (uh-huh)
Tongue is gone (what else) three-piece suits is worn
Hit y'all !@$)got-ass ^!$$%z that's scared to death

Talk %#@!, when I'm around y'all hold y'all breath (whattup Sheek?)
I make murder music, my %#@! bang in the city
But they want me to chill since Janet showed titty

(It's too much violence now since Ja ruined 50)
I don't know no other way but to rap gritty (yeah!)
$#&@ that baby when I'm rich

Until then where the $#&@ is my thugs at up in this (*##$? (let's go)

[Chorus]


[Styles]
Whattup ^!$$%, you cut up ^!$$% (whattup)

Shoot %#@! to lift the truck up ^!$$% (wooooooooo)
D-Block, D-Block howl like a wolf
Tell your mom I throw a child off the roof

Give a basshead a hundred dollars to towel off the Coupe (clean that up)
Style on ^!$$%z; beat somethin down
we gon' pile on ^!$$%z (get 'em) wild on ^!$$%z

{La-da-da, da-da-daaaah} That's a lullaby for you (hear it?)
Better ask your man he ready to die for you (you ready?)
We comin through tearin the block up (tear it up)

We ain't gettin locked up (uh-uh) that mean we even shootin the cops up
Whattup? (Yeah ^!$$%, two mo' times)
Whattup, whattup? Now we in the New York rhyme

Better kiss that $$# goodbye, when I'm passin by
with plastic nines to blast your eyes, right
What, ^!$$%?


[Chorus]


[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, I talk %#@! how I wanna talk, bop how I wanna walk
And you can tell that ^!$$% dere is from New York

And I still got my South ^!$$%z ready to squeeze
I don't need cake to see me with a couple of G's (let's go)
And I don't need a loan, muh'$#&@er I'm grown

Had a thirty-eight before I had a phone
I stuck ^!$$%z up before y'all lil' ^!$$%z started to bone
This that Sheek Louch %#@! y'all ^!$$%z tryin to clone

Let's be real, the average muh'$#&@er with a deal
probably never had a fight (nah) no guns, none of that
^!$$%z know I'm right (yeah) I say goodnight to my son

Give my baby moms a lil' cake
And my moms a lil' somethin 'fore I go on the run
Before #~!!@ ^!$$%z try their hand

I'll kick in the door like "Daddy's Home" and I ain't "Making the Band"
What y'all coward ^!$$%z don't understand? (YEAH!)


[Chorus]

[Sheek] You can kiss yo' $$# goodbye...