Lyrics Block List (feat. Nosrettap) - Silas Price

Talk is nonsense
If it ain't talking bout profit
Yo energy so toxic
So I put yo ass on my Block List
Blocked
Blocked
Yes, You're Blocked
Blocked

I just walked in going beast mode
On the beat bro
Need a freak hoe
Who ain't scared just to deepthroat
Got the free smoke
For a weak hoe
Used to run that game on me until I learned all the cheat codes
Truth be told, I ain't even mad at her
Me miss a hoe? That don't even sound accurate
So funny, man, I ain't even laugh at it
Dropped lil mama like she was a bad habit
Baby girl know she be toxic as fuck
First she mad then she falling in love
Asking questions when she throwing it back
Turn around girl, you be talking too much
No cap, you be bossy enough
Niggas only working hard for a nut
I be low key, stay off in the cut
Gotta make sure keep the glock on the tuck
And that ain't no flexing
That's for protection
My mama be stressing
Of folks my complexion
Who wouldn't go to class but always be testing
With No sense of direction
They all be way be wack
Ya favorite rapper bars be cap
Dead the beat, baby girl, like a heart attack
That's my old hoe, you was just an artifact
She annoying though, I had brought her back

All that talk is nonsense
If it ain't talking bout profit
Yo energy so toxic
So I put yo ass on my Block List
Blocked
Blocked
Yes, You're Blocked
Blocked

Oh, his song be that Heat?
Should've said Fire Drill
Niggas always wanna give tips
But then too cheap to buy the entire bill
Why that boy still lying still
Why y'all got the kids popping pills?
Time flies, I got the shotty out
Cause a young nigga had some time to kill
I got the vibe to heal
When tried to steal
Out of Walmart, couldn't even buy a meal
I ain't trying to chill
You know the grind be real
Knew something was up from the signs I feel
Huh? What?
What you say to me?
Play with your hoe, nigga, don't you play with me
Y'all energy be so fake to me
Basically, y'all just some snakes to me
And hate to see me Breaded like bakeries
And then finally made it out to the major leagues
Y'all be favoring
That beef, you salty, no flavor in it
I got crossed but I ain't no savior with it
I ain't gone argue nor I ain't gone debate the bitch
I can't lie though, I miss these naked pics
Memories of how she used to take the dick
But she a crazy bitch

All that talk is nonsense
If it ain't talking bout profit
Yo energy so toxic
So I put yo ass on my Block List
Blocked
Blocked
Yes, You're Blocked
Blocked

Gordon Ramsay
Way I whip in kitchens
Only for the family
Ain't shit for bitches
Can't afford a family
Maybe switch positions
Got her oral cramming when I slip the tip in
Like damn!
Bitch, put a sock in it
I done had it with you and your friends talkin shit
I like it not a bit
Wait for these THOTs to get
Worried
So hurried
To stop me
From going to block their shit
Ugh
From off of my contacts
Swear these bitches crazy, they be on crack
She be the first to tell me that my song's wack
I be the first to tell her she got a long back
Little to no ass havin
Have ya back crackin
If I smack at it
It's a fact that it barely even jiggles
Back at it
I'm a rap addict, who attacks tracks
In fact of the matter is I was better off single when I
Was hangin with the bros a little
I got some shit done, let me spit these hoes a riddle
I'll even match your mental, maybe slow a little
Cause I know with that IQ you ain't close to middle
What's fake as snakes and makes a soft hiss
Hatin' on me, went and shot a diss
Couldn't contact me and got pissed
That be your bitch's name up on my block list

All that talk is nonsense
If it ain't talking bout profit
Yo energy so toxic
So I put yo ass on my Block List
Blocked
Blocked
Yes, You're Blocked
Blocked