Why these niggas so mad at Blocks for? Shit, I don't know Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco's? You got those from Costco's? In a kitchen with a bird on a hot stove I could cook a brick with my eyes closed Chicken and serve like Roscoe's My Tahoe, ridin' round servin custos outside blow Free Baby Pablo, screamin "fuck the Colombos" since Donnie Brasco Tryna smoke me out the foxhole They just mad I'm a don like Bosco I put cheese on your head like a nacho 'Cause a nigga get his bag from Costco's? We cruise down to El Paso, finna meet me at the Del Taco Was just in the mountains on the Chavo Out in Cabo with El Chapo Me and Hector, no Camacho At the racetrack with Benny Blanco Told him "speedboat that shit back to me, ASAP, Pretty Flaco" Sippin Rose, no Moscato. Castro, that's my Capo I'm the boss hog, head honcho But the plug call me "muchacho" Muchacho, El Gato Yeah, I get 'em for the deuce cuatro If them bricks flaky, we'll re-rock those If them O's shaky, we could swap those If them bowls stanky, we could pop those Got that old lady for ya nostrils I've been known to hail it since a snot-nosed Tryna bang the hinges off the spot doe Wolves walkin' on egg shells Now I'm tippy toein' on hot coals Moon walkin' into cosmos Let's get it Why these niggas so mad at Blocks for? Shit, I don't know Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco's? You got those from Costco's? In a kitchen with a bird on a hot stove I could cook a brick with my eyes closed Chicken and serve like Roscoe's My Tahoe, ridin' round servin custos outside blow Free Baby Pablo, screamin "fuck the Colombos" since Donnie Brasco Tryna smoke me out the foxhole They just mad I'm a don like Bosco I put cheese on your head like a nacho 'Cause a nigga get his bag from Costco's? You got those from Costco's? Straight to Trapper's Alley, Alejandro I'm going going, back back to Cali Cali, nigga pronto For them marijuana from my vatos Send that heroina from Morocco Down to Tijuana, now we outro To the Caribana in Toronto Though you knew a couple niggas cop bowls My Ricans (sp) grab it by the crop load Duckin long ranger on the desert trail Strap a mule down, they call her "Santo" R.I.P. Cecil Bri Santos, you could sell beans off Montrose Bad bitch remind me of Salma Hayek, said she overheard the nigga convo When we was checkin into the Heights, she was checkin out my ensemble Said her father sentence got overturned Where she come from, it's a lot mo' Where the coca and the pot grow We got mo' keys than a locked door Reppin Brick Life, shouts to Zo Sheeze (sp) Bo Ski (sp) to Uncle Glasco (sp) Why these niggas so mad at Blocks for? Shit, I don't know Is it 'cause a nigga get his bag from Costco's? You got those from Costco's? In a kitchen with a bird on a hot stove I could cook a brick with my eyes closed Chicken and serve like Roscoe's My Tahoe, ridin' round servin custos outside blow Free Baby Pablo, screamin "fuck the Colombos" since Donnie Brasco Tryna smoke me out the foxhole They just mad I'm a don like Bosco I put cheese on your head like a nacho 'Cause a nigga get his bag from Costco's?