Charlie Raww Made This Hit
Hook
Beat up the block, beat up the block, hittin’ up the opps.
We run the spot, totin’ .40s, .30s, switches on the Glocks.
Beat up the block, beat up the block, hit ’em with the mop—
Location off, but my shooters still gon’ spin your whole block.
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Verse 1
Beat’n up the block, hittin’ all the opps,
We run the spot — totin’ all the Glocks with red dots.
Get yo ass popped, make your heart stop,
We call the shots, collectin’ all the guap round the clock
Beat’n up the block when we ride through,
Location off — bet them shooters still gon’ find you.
Pull up to your house with all my slime woo’s,
Hundred on the drum just to make sure the line moves.
Say you want beef? Then I’m slidin’ with the wagyu,
We coming from the front and from the back too
You claim you got it? Bet no one gonna back you,
Them lasers light you up bet they gonna tag you,
Hook
Beat up the block, beat up the block, hittin’ up the opps.
We run the spot, totin’ .40s, .30s, switches on the Glocks.
Beat up the block, beat up the block, hit ’em with the mop—
Location off, but my shooters still gon’ spin your whole block.
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Verse 2
This ain’t the life I wanted, this the life I chose,
Started off stealin’ just to rock some clothes.
Didn’t wanna run the block — only Lord knows,
I tried to take what was needed, not what the streets owed.
Hit some bumps in the road, had to settle a plan,
Tried to do better, tried to be a new man—
Then you came ’round tryna shorten my lifespan,
Tryna snuff me out, crush my life like a can.
Sent them shooters after me, tryna end me quick—
Every shot y’all took, you mad all them bullets missed.
Thought I wouldn’t know it was you, wouldn’t trip,
So I sent them same shooters back — and they ain’t miss shit.
Hook
Beat up the block, beat up the block, hittin’ up the opps.
We run the spot, totin’ .40s, .30s, switches on the Glocks.
Beat up the block, beat up the block, hit ’em with the mop—
Location off, but my shooters still gon’ spin your whole block.