Block Bitch

Shorty from the block, she a certified demon,

Pussy deadly like a Glock, had me fiendin’, leanin’.

Hood ratchet chick, attitude cut throats,

Had me chokin’ on my pride, fuckin’ gaspin’ for notes.

Homies said, “Dog, that bitch ain’t shit but a snake,”

Didn’t listen, now I’m bent, barely holdin’ my weight.

She don’t love, she just drain, cold-blooded, no shame,

Left me slumped on the curb like a junkie on cane.

She warned me from the jump, no kiss, no cuddle,

She fuck a man’s head up, leave his whole life in trouble.

I was beggin’ for the taste, now I’m stuck in her grip,

Devil in the flesh, had me losin’ my shit.

She’ll suck the soul out ya, leave your ass in the dirt,

Make a killer drop his switch, make a boss lose his work.

Ain’t no duckin’ her pull, even thugs get weak,

Once you step to that pussy, boy, you gone for a week.

Poison on her tongue, had me fucked in the head,

Had me twitchin’ in the whip like a dope fiend dead.

Tried to flex, but she crushed all my pride, got me sprayed,

Every player in the hood left broke, bitch paid.

Demon in Dior, ratchet queen with the crown,

Had the hardest on they knees, made a thug bow down.

I’m stuck in her web, can’t crawl, can’t fight,

This shit worse than a bid on a long-ass night.

She don’t love, she just drain, everything that she touch,

Thought I was the player—nah, she played me too much.

I fell into her spell, now my soul ain’t free,

She the baddest in the hood, got the block on her feet.

She’ll suck the soul out ya, leave your ass in the dirt,

Make a killer drop his switch, make a boss lose his work.

Ain’t no duckin’ her pull, even thugs get weak,

Once you step to that pussy, boy, you gone for a week.

I’m a ghost in the flesh, she done drained me for real,

Had me coughin’ up my pride, couldn’t clutch on my steel.

Word to the block, better guard your dome,

Or she’ll strip you for your soul, leave your ass far from home.

Eyes red, chest hollow, couldn’t breathe when she done,

Felt the devil in her kiss, hotter than a hundred guns.

Cross her path, better run, don’t get caught in her game,

She ain’t pussy, she a plague, puttin’ real ones to shame.

That bitch in the night, make your heartbeat stop,

Got the hood in her palm, got the block on lock.

From the trap to the grave, she gon’ take what’s mine,

Cross her once, motherfucker, better toe that line.