Blocka Blocka Lyrics by That Mexican OT & Denzel Curry
Ayo, is that That Mexican OT?
Fred, shoot, Fred, shoot
Ridin’ ’round with my gorillas like we all dressed up in BAPE
Blocka, blocka, we Milly Rock ’em, then make ’em Harlem Shake
Shabba, Shabba, that Shabba Rank, I got eight gold rings
Four gold chains and one gold tooth
Like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks, ha
Push up in a droptop and scratch off all of its paint, ha
Ain’t never wit’ rara, I fi-fi and break the lane
I’m smokin’ on that lala and sippin’ baba, that drink, right
Hop out the casket, it’s time for you to do your open brain surgery
I’m inside of your hood tryin’ to do me a brain burglary
Who ain’t heard of me? I’ll make it rain burgundy
Another body on the Glock, now it’s in pain burning pee
I’m off eight tabs of acid, my brain’s oozin’ out my ear
I pull the tongue of meat out so when he scream, I could hear it clear
Cut his head off and I saw it back on the body of a deer
I don’t know if the acid hittin’ or I can smell his fucking fear
Bitch, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?
Fuck that, fuck talkin’, stomp him out
Chalk ’em down then they chalk ’em out
Bitch, what the fuck is you talkin’ ’bout?
Fuck that, fuck talkin’, stomp him out
Chalk ’em down then they chalk ’em out
Ridin’ ’round with my gorillas like we all dressed up in BAPE
Blocka, blocka, we Milly Rock ’em, then make ’em Harlem Shake
Shabba, Shabba, that Shabba Rank, I got eight gold rings
Four gold chains and one gold tooth
Like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks, ha
Push up in a droptop and scratch off all of its paint, ha
Ain’t never wit’ rara, I fi-fi and break the lane
I’m smokin’ on that lala and sippin’ baba, that drink, right
Belligerent, them boys feelin’ froggy, they move amphibious
You jumpin’ to get your head stomped, dumpin’ on every nemesis
nigga throwin’ signs, they a bunch of Shinobi villages
And Ultraground is nothin’ but Reapers, we movin’ militant with ill intent
Very intelligent, act illiterate to get into position of power, that’s an antithesis
OT, that be my Mexican, nothin’ less of it
I pledge allegiance to dollar bills, them dead presidents
Assassinated, leave my adversaries dilapidated
So many bitch ass nigga in this game, it’s oversaturated
Find your body dead in the ocean, he’ll be a’ight
Don’t nigga try to fuck with the cyph, you’ll get sliced, ho
Ridin’ ’round with my gorillas like we all dressed up in BAPE
Blocka, blocka, we Milly Rock ’em, then make ’em Harlem Shake
Shabba, Shabba, that Shabba Rank, I got eight gold rings
Four gold chains and one gold tooth
Like I’m Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks, ha
Push up in a droptop and scratch off all of its paint, ha
Ain’t never wit’ rara, I fi-fi and break the lane
I’m smokin’ on that lala and sippin’ baba, that drink, right