Lyrics: Dawin Polanco
Music: Dawin Polanco
When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the
Block
When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the
Block, Block, Block, Block
Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,
I don’t get no writers block
Oh you thought that I was gon’ have one hit
I came back and got rich off some dumb shit
Sippin Jameson like it’s Sunkist
If you want the smoke I’m on my b***t shit
My b***h got more class than a student
Sitting next to her with a Cuban, aye
Got so much designer I hate choosing
But I killed the whole fit execution
And I got kicks, like I’m Bruce Lee
Got the stacks up, You got loose leaf
Never thirsty, b***h I’m juicy
In my new ghost, looking spooky
I’m defensive with my energy, don’t **** with me
I got b*****s tryna hang for the luxury
I got ex’s popping up they a dub to me
When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the
Ahh...**** it
When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the
Block, Block, Block, Block
Block, Block, Block, Block
Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,
I don’t get no writers block
I been the go and I cannot stop
I could feed the block with my catalog
Can’t run out of bars it’s a marathon
I always delivery like I’m amazon
Shawty said I got her paradise
Took off her Chanel for my merchandise
Yeah she passed the vibe check, check, check
Ooo you know everything fresh, fresh, fresh
And I got kicks, like I’m Bruce Lee
Got the stacks up, You got loose leaf
Never thirsty, b***h I’m juicy
In my new ghost, looking spooky
I’m defensive with my energy, don’t **** with me
I got b*****s tryna hang for the luxury
I got ex’s popping up they a dub to me
When yo’ ex try to hit you up you just gotta hit em with the
Block, Block, Block, Block
Block, Block, Block, Block
When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the
Block, Block, Block, Block
Block, Block, Block, Block
Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,
I don’t get no writers block
I was tryna be more disciplined
Not be like the rest make a difference
Got played like a ****ing instrument
Truth is they just couldn’t handle something genuine
There’s a block in my heart that I can’t move
Gotta Blame it on the shit that I been through
There’s a block in my heart that I can’t move
It ain’t letting me love how I used to
Gave it all to these b*****s that I brought around
My mistake was thinking they would give the same amount
Fake shit , nothing but some fake shit , Oo
What I thought was special turned out to be basic
My sad phase lead to my bad ways
I been on this road before I had Waze
Still lost with the girl I got
When I start to catch feelings I been thinking I should hit em with the block
I been through a lot
I should hit em with the block
I been through a lot
I should hit em with the block
Cause I been through a lot, aye b***h
When I start to catch feelings I been thinking I should hit em with the Block, Block, Block, Block
Block, Block, Block, Block
When you tryna get litty all you gotta do is come hit up the
Block, Block, Block, Block
Block, Block, Block, Block
Writing captions on the gram, Writing checks,
I don’t get no writers block