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(Zaytoven) Ayy, I don't even really wanna talk Huh, Bibby had died, like two weeks later, lil' buddy dumb ass got chalked (Grrah) His mama, she all on the news screamin' and cryin', it's 6 Block fault (My fault) Ha, belt to ass, ask the opps, we layin' down law (Ha) Lock in the box, 23 my Glock Nigga, get low, everybody gettin' shot Trust no bitch, everybody be opps Keep your mouth closed, everybody be cops Keep your mouth closed, everybody be cops (Niggas tellin' out this bitch, man) Huh, trust nobody, everybody be opps (I swear) Nigga, was just in the county, shackled in pain Was just eatin' lobster, they got me in chains They say buddy was dissin' on me, got put on a tee, he died for fame Niggas be groupies, they wanna be gang Catch you a body and then you can hang Shootin' up houses, boy, that shit so lame Go catch you a hat and get you some aim (6) Nigga, I'm smooth as a fish Sendin' them shots, won't miss (Grrah, grrah) Boy, you a bitch He kept dissin' on Mitch Now his ass made that list Sent me a hit I might send me a bitch SongtexteThat nigga think with his dick (He sweet, nigga) Ha, and we still post up on the 6 Ayy, we get it lit in the bity They know we runnin' the city Ayy, ayy, Glock 19 with a switchy Told bro slap on a fifty (Ayy, ayy) I might step in a suit, they know I'm standin' on business (Standin' on business) We the ones doin' the killing, headshot gang for Bibby (Brrt, bah) I could get creeper than creep Make your ass use your feet (Skrrt, gone) Pull up, hop out of the Jeep Do a fuck nigga like Leeke (Ayy, come here) Steph Curry, a thirty, a three I'm shootin', not missin' a beat (Not missin' a beat) Way in Miami with my heat Like glue, it's stickin' to me (It's stickin' to me) Foolio run with them shotters We could go body for body Killin' a hobby Bruh be booted off molly Niggas, they know how we rockin' I put that on God Boy, you can't fuck with my squad Better off playin' your part We crackin' cards Five Star, BOA, my young nigga, he doin' fraud She give me sex Make a false move and get wet Big 6, it's on my neck Give me respect Crackers be trippin', they say I'm playin' with fraudulent checks (Damn) They say I'm playin' with fraudulent checks (I need all that, no cap) 6 (Ayy) Remember was fightin' them cases And we still droppin' them H's These hoes basic See it, I want it, I take it Opps, they pray I don't make it Fuck nigga (Pussy-ass nigga, nigga, get up with me, nigga, the big opp, top opp, nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout?) I can't die, nigga, Voodoo on my body Big 6 Get hit with a K Bro in your bushes with Dracs Pussy boy, you can't escape No runnin' away Get hit all in your face Nigga, you run, we chase He did the race Pussy, we drillin' for Strap, nigga, we killin' for Dre Watch what you say Chopper sound like 808s (Nigga, no cap) Aus Songtexte Mania