Internet Money – Block (ft. Trippie Redd & StaySolidRocky) (Audio, Lyrics)

Internet Money is back again with “Block” featuring Trippie Redd & StaySolidRocky. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, watch the lyric video, read the lyrics to the song produced by Tim Henson, Taz Taylor & Nick Mira.

Internet Money Block

Recently, Internet Money dropped their brand new project B4 The Storm which features a plethora of artists some of you all know and love. The collective is known for their melodic emo-trap bangers and this new mixtape certainly brings all of those sounds to the forefront with the aid of artists that certainly operate within that lane.

One of the standout tracks on the tape is “Block” which features the likes of Trippie Redd and up and coming artist StaySolidRocky. This is exactly the kind of song you would expect with these two as Internet Money provides familiar production that complements both vocalists.

Internet Money – Block (ft. Trippie Redd & StaySolidRocky) (prod. Tim Henson, Taz Taylor & Nick Mira)

Lyric Video

Lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Internet Money, bitch
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh
(Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) 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, ayy, yeah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Had the murder rate high)
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)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
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, ayy, yeah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Had the murder rate high)
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)

[Verse 2: StaySolidRocky]
Bitch, we spin like Ricky Bobby, not the Bobby with lil’ Whitney
I drop five up on the Glock and you think I ain’t bring it with me
I put four-fives in this big three-oh and spark it like a blizzy
I don’t show no love to city hoes, but I do love this Glizzy
Make her vow to me, you will never jam when you in need
With this laser beam put him underneath the concrete
Better not play with me, I’ma make sure you niggas sleep
Dig your grave for me, jump inside and tell me what you see, uh

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
They don’t understand who I am (Yeah, ayy, yeah)
I had to WWE slam (Slam)
Down on these fuck niggas, yeah, yeah (Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Bah)
I said they had the murder rate high, yeah (Had the murder rate high)
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)

[Post-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
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)