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I told my shooter keep it cool, he gon' get a lil check I told my shooter keep it cool, he gon' get a lil check You either kill for Lil 6 or you either get respect I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch, I'll never double test He went from blood to a crip so I know he double set Yes lord, yes lord, yes lord, hah, yes lord I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch, I'll never double test Yes lord, hah, 6 Takin' losses, we some bosses, but I'm steady movin' cautious Devil ridin' on my back, I told that boy get up off me I dressed up like some ketchup and some mustard 'cause I'm saucin' Lost Kendre to this shit, it turned me to alcoholic Your mama at your football game supportin' her lil baby My mama droppin' tears walkin' out my visitation 'Cause my lawyer said I'm fucked and I just might not make it And the judge said probation, took that shit, no hesitation Yes lord (yes lord), yes lord Yes lord, the judge said I'm fucked, in the streets I might make it In the movie gettin' groovy but you know I got my tooly In the Rari, me and Soldier used to ride in Suzukis Niggas bitches, got on thongs, I can see that nigga's coochie Told my mama wish me well like I'm hollerin', singin' Lucci Ain't no fakin', if it's that then we just gon' let it be Used to hang on the block, on the 6 a hundred deep SongtexteFifty niggas turned rat, twenty-five RIP And the other twenty-five, they gon' put in work for me, hah Yes lord, yes lord, yes lord And the other twenty-five, they gon' put in work for me, yes lord I told my shooter keep it cool, he gon' get a lil check You either kill for Lil 6 or you either get respect I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitch, I'll never double test He went from blood to a crip so I know he double set Yes lord, yes lord, yes lord I told my shooter keep it cool, he gon' get a lil check, yes lord Aus Songtexte Mania