Block Money Lyrics – Lil Jairmy

Block Money Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jairmy]
I went Supreme
I went motherfuckin’ Balenciaga
And Moncler on them folks
Five of ’em, I couldn’t make my mind up, 30 (Finesse, you stupid for this ho)
30, I couldn’t make my mind up today, I ain’t know what I want

[Verse 1: Lil Jairmy]
I went pissed dirty for my PO, I couldn’t stop smokin’ weed
I don’t believe in drivin’, so I ride in fast machines
Body like a car, I need that oil, I run off gasoline
Guarantee the nigga who play with me’ll be a casualty
I’m ready for every fuckin’ problem that this money bring
Ask the streets about these niggas, they ain’t done a fuckin’ thing
Chopper hit his body, leave a hole the size of onion ring
I can’t show these hoes no favors, just might hit ’em once a piece
When I hit her from the back, I grab her hair so she can’t run from me
Niggas cap, I keep my gun with me, ain’t no nigga took nothin’ from me
Still the same nigga all by myself or I’m a hundred deep
My granny say I changed and she don’t know what these streets done to me
The lil’ niggas Katt Williams funny, dog, pure comedy
I don’t give a fuck you smokin’ ‘za or not, don’t try to hand your blunt to me
I done caught a vibe with a stripper, she a Georgia peach
Trap house, we got clippers in this bitch, but ain’t no barber seats
I ain’t hard to find, I’m where the killers and all the robbers be
Took it real personal, I weighed the brick up, plug shorted me
Bitch, I got a bad temper, so be careful what you chargin’ me
Leave the murder scene in a Redeye Charger, we ain’t dodgin’ beef at all

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[Chorus: Lil Jairmy]
‘Cause I got block money, uh, I got opp money
These real hundreds on my page, this ain’t no prop money
Hundred niggas played with your name, you still ain’t pop nothin’
Niggas Jerry Rice in real life, these niggas ain’t drop nothin’, uh
I got block money, uh, I got opp money, uh
These real hundreds on my page, this ain’t no prop money
Hundred niggas played with your name, you still ain’t pop nothin’
Niggas Jerry Rice in real life, these niggas ain’t drop nothin’, uh

[Verse 2: BIG30]
BIG30 been pistol totin’, I’m known to keep that fire with me
And you ain’t gon’ see me with no nigga unless that boy gon’ die with me
Middle of Jairmy backseat Urus truck, he poured a five with me
Got that skelly on my wrist, Big Blrrrd chain, and now it’s five degrees
I spend niggas lock money, spent your car on my watch, dummy
This that break a bitch, break on a trick, got enough of thots money
This that whack an opp, turn somethin’ to ‘za, go get him dropped money
When you see my car, you see them shots, tote nothin’ less than a hundred
Try my best to be humble, but these niggas wan’ play
We hit his block six times in one week, but three times in one day
Bitch, I’m worth six figures, got four hundred racks just sittin’ at Chase
Half a M in cars and I spent twenty racks on Glocks and Dracs

[Chorus: Lil Jairmy]
‘Cause I got block money, uh, I got opp money
These real hundreds on my page, this ain’t no prop money
Heard that niggas played with your name, you still ain’t pop nothin’
Niggas Jerry Rice in real life, these niggas ain’t drop nothin’, uh
I got block money, uh, I got opp money, uh
These real hundreds on my page, this ain’t no prop money
Heard that niggas played with your name, you still ain’t pop nothin’
Niggas Jerry Rice in real life, these niggas ain’t drop nothin’, uh

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[Outro]
And he is looking for Jerry
And Rice is there
And he’s going to the end zone
He’s done it
Jerry Rice, in the seventy-five year history of the National Football League
Is the touchdown scorer of the century
It was just madness everywhere
The greatest touchdown scorer in the entire history of professional football
Jerry Rice, number one twenty-seven
Young drops back to throw, goes for Jerry Rice
Touchdown, 49ers

 

Album – Gas God (July 2021)
Featuring – BIG30
Song Released – July 2, 2021