Internet Money – Block Lyrics

Internet Money B4 The Storm Album

Internet Money – B4 The Storm Album

Internet Money Block Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Internet Money, bitch
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ooh
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Big 14, know what the fuck goin’ on
Lil’, uh, bitch
Ayy, yeah (Hahahaha, Nick, you’re stupid)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They don’t understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (Yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (Yeah)
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (Woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (Bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (Way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
I don’t got the time to be playin’ games with the opps
Pull up with this chop’ and then I knock you out your socks (Bah)
Timeless, and I don’t need a motherfuckin’ clock
Man, I swear to God, all I need is my Glock and mop, yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They don’t understand who I am (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Pull up with them Glocks, nigga like, yeah (Yeah)
Pull up, send some shots, nigga like, yeah (Yeah)
Gunpowder get popped, nigga, like, yeah (Yeah)
We done had the whole hood hot, nigga, yeah (Woo)
Pull out on the block, nigga, like, yeah (Bitch)
I love the way your body drop, yeah, yeah (Way it drop, yeah)
The way it tumble then it flop, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Written by; Internet Money 
Released date; 28 August, 2020
Album/EP; B4 The Storm