Shooter Blocc Lyrics – Dave East

Still doin’ the things we like to do, uh
Nobody stopped it, nobody slowed it up
You know, shit don’t bother me
Uh (It’s only right)

Askin’ ’bout me, must don’t know me
OG told me, “Plain your Rollie” (Plain)
All them diamonds bring indictments
Fiends talk ’bout what you sold ’em (Fiend)
For the right price, niggas die for beef and brocc’, and some fried rice (I seen)
Harry Fraud, we rollin’, on everything, this bike life (Rollin’)
Niggas think they Mike Tys’ until they see that white light (Boom)
Poltergeist, wicked, Peter Vincent, it be fright night (Ah)
The toolie pop, wash and set that nigga, get his doobie rocked
Me and Stuupy high, Air Max on with the Gucci socks
Yonkers shorty show me love just because I knew the LOX (My niggas)
Niggas comin’ home from thirty years like, “Yo, I knew your pops”
Goofy, stop (Stop it), twenty thou’ on Mother’s Day, I Louis shop
Baby mom and mama straight, I grew a lot, this shooter block (Shooter block)
We always rep, steppin’ over niggas in the hallway steps (Watch out)
Shouts to Gutta, he was always fresh, it ain’t no talkin’ left (My nigga)
Shoutout Ghost, Meth and Chef, I put on the Clan
Eatin’ clams, seen a smoker smoke a piece out of a can, oh my damn

Did you ever think that you would be this rich? (Did you ever?)
Did you ever think that you would push these whips? (Skrrt)
Did you ever think that you would be the don? (Be the don)
VVSs on your children and your mom? (Uh, mama, mama)

Did you ever think? If I ain’t pour it, I don’t drink it
Shots hit him, left him blinkin’ (Boom), pastor talkin’, mama grievin’
I don’t care what niggas think, long as I pray, then God believe it (Uh)
Never been materialistic, if we crash that car, just leave it (Leave that shit)

Every day I wake up thankful, light a spliff, I’m glad I’m breathin’
I ain’t reach every achievement, I can name various reasons (Uh)
Who you know is nicer? Bunch of signatures on they cleavage
Oh, Kendrick and Drake the reason the internet got y’all tweakin’ (Oh)
Beef to me was “Ether” or Pac bleedin’ out the speakers (Uh)
I mean, it’s good for all the niggas watchin’, popcorn in the bleachers (Watch)
Before I lace my sneakers, I kiss my daughters, I hate to leave ’em
Focused on the pie, I’m makin’ pizza, East your favorite feature (Your favorite)
When I was broke, nobody would ask me for no paper (Nobody)
Shit, when I was broke, they always let me know that was a favor (Uh)
Shit, now I’m a ghost, floating in some foreign shit from Germany (Ghost)
This rap shit is not concerning me, they not deserving me (They don’t deserve me)
White tees, I see them burgundy, it’s hard to curve the streets
Youngings’ll kill for some Percs or weed, some work for free (Some)
Only fraud I knew was checks before I got with Harry (On God)
Now I’m payton shit like Gary, eighths I had to carry (What you want?)

Did you ever think that you would be this rich? (Did you ever?)
Did you ever think that you would push these whips? (Skrrt)
Did you ever think that you would be the don? (Be the don)
VVSs on your children and your mom? (Uh, mama, mama)

Did you ever think? If I ain’t pour it, I don’t drink it
Shots hit him, left him blinkin’ (Boom), pastor talkin’, mama grievin’
I don’t care what niggas think, long as I pray, then God believe it (Uh)
Never been materialistic, if we crash that car, just leave it (Leave that shit)

Both my daughters got that shit on, nigga
To my mama, you hear me?
They had to shine before I really got to shine, you heard?
Now we all look good
Fraud, Pablo, Harlem
It must be from you