(feat. Billy Cook, Botany Boys)



[Hook: Billy Cook]

Can't block, a baller

Rolling Bentley's, and Impala's

Can't block, a baller

Can't stop, a 20 inch crawler

 

[D-Red:]

You're face to face with the money clocker, the black 6-4 bunny hopper

Yellow honey dropper, rag top and a sunny dropper

Spitting game to all the boppers, and suckers hate we bringing all the

choppers

Ain't no love, for you baller blockers

 

[C-Note:]

Ain't no love, for you baller blockers

We call em short stoppers, we put a 'Burban on them choppers

With lean in they hand, and a Lamborgini

While me Dirt and Smudge, in a Rolls eating fettucini

 

[Will-Lean:]

Bitches in bikinis, just screens in spandex

In a bubble eyed Jag, I'm codeine and zanex

Diamond ring Rolex, baguettes it's your choice

Shooting dice for ice, in the stretch Rolls Royce

 

[D-Red:]

Rolls Royce by choice, that's how we do it in the Clover

Stacking ends setting trends, in a 2000 Benz

Twisting 20's on plats, and nigga we got it like that

You can't baller block a playa, cause we balling like that we balling nigga

 

[Hook]

 

[C-Note:]

Well you can't block a baller, you can't block a 20 inch crawler

Can't stop won't stop, I'm a young shot caller

Rolling Benz's and Lexus, on blades

We balling up in Texas, we done thought of many ways

The Botany Boys-Botany Boys, yeah we bring the noise

Ask Juve, Wayne and Turk we call em Hot Boys

We got some hot toys, we tote a glock boy

With the soul, of a million dollar spot boy

 

[D-Red:]

We be the ballers coming through, with the grill that glare

We on fire, like the Cash Money Millionaires

On stage throwing platinum Roleys, in the air

Karats shining baguettes blinding, but you still gon stare

Bentley Azure with the top back

On 22's, and I bet them hoes gon jock that

Best to watch back, trying to knock that

Ready the glock cocked playa, baller block that baller block that what

 

[Hook]

 

[Will-Lean:]

Like a Rottweiler, attacking niggas a lot taller

Turn your paddy wagon, into a dead cop hauler

I got power, slap you from a watch tower

Leave your block sour, in the drop top Prowler

Will-Lean the shot caller, that's quick to blast dummies

Cloverland to Magnolia, it's Big Shots and Cash Money

In a Humvee, that got your daughter watching

Hit your spot with my glock, so stop that baller blocking

 

[C-Note:]

They say we young, but we death defying

C-Note the Botany Boys, we Y2K complying

We coming through like a giant, taking over like computers shipping

weight to Bermuda

Flying planes switching lanes, got the jewelry like Luga's

You know them boys from the Clover, cause we one of a kind

Hate to see us coming through, but ain't no blocking our shine

Ain't no blocking my grind, ain't no blocking my rhyme

Put them diamonds in your face, ain't no stopping my time uh

 

[Hook x3]