berendo block lokos

your paper your paper your paper your paper coming down with flow most high i pour sitti at the porch baggin the set up with dope one killa shot is hundreds more peepin scales and hundred traps with hoes hustlin nah flowin makin pocket holes my homies got aks and reppin gangs still servin stay high slangin we dont stop see it poppin in my block berendo block lokos hoppin strangers with my boys of dangers