What Up (Bonus Track) (feat. AZ & Hell Rell)

Serpent eyes, nocturnal, circumcised, rock thermals
Ride or die, homicide, abide when them shots burn you
Cop herbal, keep low, close shop, hop hurdles
Hot verbal, worry not, got the block fertile
Feds follow, numb off the bomb red bottle
Jet models from jump been a threat to some survival
One Bible, same crew, few rivals came through
New rifles, fangs grew, fucker, I'm insane too
The game is small, the shells is large

I came to war, all hail the God

I'm from the 'core, I claim Brevard
So fire when ready, I annihilate deadly
High in the Chevy, movin' on the thruway
Tag on the two-way, what fag wanna touche?
Luvé up close, push a nigga toupee
Soufflé superstar, stat without the Lupe

You get it poppin', so do we, homie, cock yo' shit
I don't care where you from, who the fuck you get
This is D-Block, niggas better rep they set
'Cause it's on, it's on (Ha-ha)
You get it poppin', so do we, homie, cock yo' shit
I don't care where you from, who the fuck you get
This is D-Block, niggas better rep they set
'Cause it's on, it's on

Yeah, ayo

I keep the hammer cocked right on stage
Sheek Louch an OG, but I don't have to act my age
Fuck around, I let the silverback out his cage
Hide the body 'til your skin color cocaine beige
Listen, I suggest you keep it calm like fishin'
'Fore this fire come out like nitro glisten
Back to you, loaded up, you think I'm pissin'
I leave these coward muh'fuckers rotisserie chicken

Seen it, done it, ran from police
I got diamonds in my eyes like my rose gold Jesus piece
We can do this now or after the show
Ayo, Bully, clip up, police comin'? Fuck it, pop some mo'

You get it poppin', so do we, homie, cock yo' shit
I don't care where you from, who the fuck you get
This is D-Block, niggas better rep they set
'Cause it's on, it's on (Ha-ha)
You get it poppin', so do we, homie, cock yo' shit
I don't care where you from, who the fuck you get
This is D-Block, niggas better rep they set
'Cause it's on, it's on

Stop, picture me bein' scared
Of a snitch nigga, bitch nigga, I'm a young rich nigga

Got some packs for you, so come pitch, nigga
Wanna talk bricks, nigga? Let's get rich, nigga
See, I'm a paid man, plus a made man
God must have had me in mind when he made man
And don't worry, I'ma find all my enemies
Smoke blunts of kush, soak my diamonds in Hennessy
Here come the Grim Reaper, you gotta page me
I went back to beepers, I'm all about a Franklins like Aretha
And when it come to that coke, I'm the ringleader

Don't make me sweep up the streets with the street sweeper

Come to my crib, let you see what I do, nigga
Knock some walls down, make the indoor pool bigger
You can't relate to that talk, because I'm too richer
The hit is out, guess on who? You, nigga

You get it poppin', so do we, homie, cock yo' shit
I don't care where you from, who the fuck you get
This is D-Block, niggas better rep they set
'Cause it's on, it's on (Ha-ha)
You get it poppin', so do we, homie, cock yo' shit
I don't care where you from, who the fuck you get
This is D-Block, niggas better rep they set
'Cause it's on, it's on