Artist: Yung Bleu Album: Investments 6 (Mixtape) Song: Hit the Block Typed by: AZ Lyrics I kept it real with some niggas, I should've let 'em starve I cross my heart and hope to die before I let 'em rob They used to shit on my image, now I got better cars Switching my lingo, I can cut up with no metaphor I live with bitches in the hills, sleeping with the stars I ain't have no key, I broke in like a crowbar Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard I keep it street, you niggas know what it is, baby I'm from the streets and I been keepin' it real, baby Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels, baby Now count this money while I hit the block Come count this money while I hit the block Now count this money while I hit the block I fuck 'em by the twos, I don't care what they say I know you sick with it, I can be your medicine, bae I keep my mack game strong but my pimp game stronger And she just left a nigga 'cause I'm fuckin' her longer On your hot girl shit like you Meg Thee Stallion Suck a dick like a trick, I might buy you medallion And I'ma ride it like a horse (Like a horse, like a horse) Make you cum, make you moist (Make you moist, make you moist), yeah Girl, you can cry up in this Honda or cry in this Rolls Royce I'm in town for the night, so you better make a choice I know you just wanna fuck me 'cause you love my voice And motherfuck you to my haters, bitch, and that's from the heart, yeah I keep it street, you niggas know what it is, baby I'm from the streets and I been keepin' it real, baby Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels, baby Now count this money while I hit the block Come count this money while I hit the block Now count this money while I hit the block If the police come blow the spot down Tell me, is you gon' hold these rocks down? Stash it in your chest They might tear this bitch apart, but they can't see what's in your breast I'm a mess I told you before that I'm certified AR in the living room, we never got burglarized New chopper, I cut the top off the dick like he circumcised We groupin', go buy some Glocks for the gang when it's murkin' time I was servin' in front the store, I ain't make it to work in time She bitchin' crazy 'cause I ain't been home in a minute Tryna get this money, I ain't have no loan in a minute Couple pounds, I'ma have those bitches gone in a minute Go get your nails did or something, mind your business I do this shit colossal, I got on my hater blockers Put 50K up in the air and see who take the offer I do this shit colossal, I got on my hater blockers Put 50K up in the air and see who take the offer I keep it street, you niggas know what it is, baby I'm from the streets and I been keepin' it real, baby Hop in this ride, you got sex appeal, baby Just keep it gutter, I'ma buy you new heels, baby Now count this money while I hit the block Come count this money while I hit the block Now count this money while I hit the block I kept it real with some niggas, I should've let 'em starve I cross my heart and hope to die before I let 'em rob They used to shit on my image, now I got better cars Switching my lingo, I can cut up with no metaphor I live with bitches in the hills, sleeping with the stars I ain't have no key, I broke in like a crowbar Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard Just keep your head on straight, nigga, go hard