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6 cameras - 50 wiz lyrics

[intro]
uh (woah)
uh (six)
(woah, they gon’ try to copy, uh, uh)
uh (uh, they gon’ try to—)
uh (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
uh, look (they gon’ try to—)
wiz, uh (they gon’ try to copy, uh), six, uh
they gon’ try to—
uh, uh (uh, uh, everything i, uh)
uh (uh)

[verse]
everything i do, i know them boys gon’ try to copy
can’t name a b*tch that seen the wizard, ain’t come and try to give up that sloppy (nah, yeah)
b*tch, i don’t want your love (what?), i want you to bust them strips of oxys (uh)
he told on everybody, he tryna get out of jail like monopoly
yeah, i was taught to fear no man and she think that i’m c*cky
i’m just a hot*ass lil’ n*gga, got in my bags just like takis
i’m in the studio, i got like two racks in my pocket (racks)
i told this b*tch that she could chill, but i’m on my grind, i’m doin’ ollys
yeah, we tap heads, my lil’ brother, he tappin’ out (tap)
yeah, put his brains all on the wall, i’m tryna see if he go to college (scorin’)
yeah, draco look like a baby, i hold that b*tch like it was a toddler
uh, b*tch, you not no homeless man, so you can’t get no dollars (no), uh
just like a sunday plate, b*tch, i’m ’bout my collards
these n*ggas wanna be like me, yeah, these n*ggas on my— uh (toddlers)
yeah, i’m they father (yeah), these n*ggas, these my sons
i might as well get these n*ggas a lunchbox with a capri sun
ayy, this a ‘runner, but we done tinted on this nissan
b*tch out here tryna show my ass, i acted nuts, she thought i was a peon
he back to back ’cause that work good, he keep on knockin’, uncle leon
that’s a glock 19, glow in dark [?], they look neon
colorful money, it look like a crayon
i feel like youngsta, i’m gon’ shake somethin’ (shake)
these n*ggas are p*ssy, these n*ggas ain’t gon’ take nothin’
that’s my lil’ hitter, yeah, he ready to face somethin’
they could put me in that box right in there, b*tch, i ain’t gon’ say nothin’ (uh)
twenty on the .20, i put a twenty on the head
walk inside the mall with a arp on my leg
that’s my brother, he be trippin’, he ready to tap a head
yeah, my life a gamble, yeah, every day i be on the ledge
i done put in so much godd*mn work inside this sh*t i bled
if we come hit your block with fifty shots, it ain’t no playin’ dead
he wanna act stupid, we crackin’ a head
cookin’ that sh*t, yeah, he gettin’ scrambled
i was just ten with a blue bandana
i put a four of that perc’ right inside in a blue fanta
yeah, i got all this sh*t inside the bag, i feel like santa
yeah, shiesty n*gga, i love them dirty birds, i feel like atlanta
yeah, fly as h*ll, like a reindeer, but i ain’t got no antler (no)
if my b*tch give her p*ssy up, then, n*gga, you can have her
yeah, blood in, blood out (blood out)
so i might stab ’em
yeah, b*tch, you i’m the sh*t, but i don’t wear no pampers
i heard a n*gga say that he gon’ touch me, that sh*t got me laughin’
i got so much love for my mama, and my sister [?]
yeah, i love dead bodies, but i like fashion
this a stolen car, 12 get behind us, then you smashin’ (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
yeah, i’m screamin’, “move”, but my brother blood, he be bracking
yeah, it’s forever love, n*gga, this ain’t [?]
5.56s tear the car handle, .223s flip sh*t just like a channel
yeah, told that b*tch i’m torch, yeah, i’m hot, like a candle (torch)
uh, freak b*tch wanna be my only fan, put her on camera
yeah, i might go ahead and that lil’ b*tch right on—
[outro]
uh, uh, uh (yeah, yeah)
uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, right on camera (yeah)
uh*uh, uh*uh, right on* (yeah, yeah)
uh*uh, uh*uh, uh*uh, right on (six and turnt)
yeah, told that lil’ b*tch, six and turnt (uh), uh*huh, yeah, six and turnt (uh)
we forever six and turnt (uh*uh, right on camera, uh)
told that lil’ b*tch six and turnt (uh, right on*), forever six and turnt, uh
wiz (uh, uh, uh)

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