Shawnna Follow

Contorversy, thats what shug told me...
yo what up its ya girl Shawnna
check check 1, 2
my mic sounds nice
Disturbin tha peace in this mothafucka yall
what up big jeff
**all kinds of shout outs to faith, shaka, luda, shareefa, bobby v, ten, twenty, dolla boi**

Yo check it
Chevy doors open
beats bangin out
blang smoking that thang and my chain blingin out
cell phone ringin
I aint pickin up
I'm getting drunk wit my bitches and I dont give a fuck
we drinkin absolut
wit pineapple juice
they passing out by the minute
but I aint halfway thru
We smoking plenty weed
I'm talking heavy dro
not that domestic my nigga
we buy Mexico
stop tippin my nigga we grind steady dough
now every place every city they like
there she go
dont even fuck with them ballas that aint my appetite
I grab a couple of husltas
show what my (grab?) is like
welcome to afterlife
a dead nigga walkin
now put ya ears to the streets cuz dead niggas talkin
i know you heard about me (yeah)
im on that bullshit (yo)
this for my murda mommies
its block music!

**chorus**
Bang block music..
bang bang block music..
bang block music
bang bang block music

by now you know the voice nigga
high dub young deala street choice nigga
nah i aint that glassy-assed slick talkin hustle nigga
more like a strong arm lay you down muscle nigga
get the price right
lose ya life ina struggle nigga
old piece of pipe on the barrell
(shall?) muffle niggas
(somethin) in the spot
lords and the GD's
(all up in the hundreds
fuckin bitches in the low ease?)
real niggas killed for it
so i gotta spit it hard
you aint really built for it
so you start to come apart
take i to the westside
g-4 k-town
we came in wit a gun
leave u numb from the waist down
get the dress code and the way to break ya hat
know the necessary handshake before you give dap
steady throwin gang signs
how can i not do it
Wit my sista shawnna
this is certified block music

**chorus**
You keep them (boys?) knockin
from liquor stores to kitchen floors
i keep it in my drawers cuz them boys watchin
got ya jaws droppin
wit AK in the chop shop
make the whole block stop
but im still knockin
and im still boppin
aint been on that for a minute
but fuck im in the bidness and I'm still boppin
they say shawn how you get that cold
you was a lil' nigga
how you get that swole?
i keep my all straight in order like its tic tac toe
and Im x-in' out any nigga wit a bitch ass flow
you can ask about any bitch and she aint wit my row
cuz im talkin bout that shit that bitches should not know
'less you hangin out on the block
servin yo' own shit
and just when the shit get to pop
but the (four?)won't click
steady hold it down fo ya spot
let 'em know you dont snitch
and trust no nigga fuck em get rich
its block music!

**Chorus**