Alabama Nick, Chefboy Tyree, BTNZ - Bullion (BTNZ LOUDMIX) Lyrics

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

This Dubai shit
I don't roll with a big clique
I fly solo dolo
I got the game in a choke hold
I'm connected some with cholos
I'm connected with some Arabs
Big gold blocks on deck
Damn I'm taking bout them big slabs
AK47
Buried that bitch in the sand
Dug that hoe up
Then got to bussin at yo man
Pakistan Afghanistan
They know we ain't playin
I smoke them big hookas
I tote them big rugers
I keep a lil shooter
That nigga will do ya
Have you screaming hallelujah
My clips longer that a ruler
It's my time Frank Muler
You got a whip but mine cooler
Mandulla oblongata
I know some real life shottas
We them gorillas out the zoo
Run up and it's a don dada
I love that Gucci
And the Prada
Luke skywalker
I'm ya fatha
I'm a real balla
Kemba Walker
We Bout that action
I'm not a talker
Yo bitch Dm'd me she a stalker
She tried to friend me so I blocked her
Bullion blocks on lock lock
And Always keep a glock cocked
Let that clip go 23 times
Turn yo body into red slime
Alabama Nick that nigga be crazy
His eyes always be hazy
Them not diamonds that shit foogazy
You on bullshit and it don't phase me

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

Ice so cold get a coat on
Subzero flow make a nigga get his goat on
Used to want the bag
Now countin up a bullion
Runnin up a billion
Fuckin on a stallion
Drinkin all this liquor by the gallon
I can give a fuck about a hater
They keep on with the keep on
Every time leave the house
I gotta keep my blick on me
I cannot let you run up
And take shit from me
Getting that money
I'm fuckin on a patty mayonnaise
Like I'm Doug funny
What do you want
I got them sticks and them guns
I bet a nigga gone run
I'm throwing ones
Facing a blunt on the runts
Goin for six fuck a punt
This a home run not a bunt
I'm eating lunch
Day dreaming bout Saint Laurent

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks

I'm on the block like I'm in Iraq
Chasin that bullion
Chasin them stacks