(Hook)
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru
And yeah, they pop at ya
Money comin in, it aint no stoppin us
SOD the gang, bitch, you know we there
We gwoppin pain
Pull up on your block, gratata
Call up my shooters, they come thru
And yeah, they pop at ya
Pull up on yo block and they droppin ya
SOD the gang, bitch, aint shit stoppin us
(Verse)
Pull up on your block, gratata
Shooters in the back and the front
And yeah, they pop at ya
All my niggas comin, boy, they droppin ya
50.000 on my chain, whip it like Tellafia
I be in that Rarri, aint no stoppin us
Fuck the polic, they aint shit
They aint copsta us
SOD the gang, g ya know we up
Bitch look at my chain and my ring
Ya sick? Ya throwin up
Nigga know my game, what Im throwin up
Fuckin with 100, I swear you get an uppercut
I be shootin choppas, it aint none to us
Pull up on yo block and I bet I bust
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Calling all my shooters and yeah they pop at ya
We pull up big guns and we chop you off
SOD the gang, bitch ya know wassup
100 bricks wrapped in a Porsche truck
My dad was a hustler
Standin on the block, sellin dope
It wa none to us
Pull up on yo block and ya know I bust
Forgiatto sittin underneath my brand new Bentley truck
Pull up to the trappin, they like what the fuck
Fuck 12, fuck the police, they aint none to us
SOD the gang and my gun I trust
Pull up on yo block and let it bust
