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6 freestyle - bigfiftyround lyrics

[intro]
(noisy on the beat)
(d*mn, sp*ceman, you out of here)
(joey bars, you b*tch, hahahaha)

[chorus: bigfiftyround]
n*ggas done f*cked lettin’ kd run it up (chief, ayy)
dope n*ggas know how i turn up with that bologna (hit, hit)
big bags, i get ’em in by the truckload (boom)
big pole, make ’em post up at the front door (what they on?)
i trust in bro (gang), i know he gon’ run off if i front those (f*ck it)
f*ck her and kick that b*tch off a putt hole (she go)
this is like quavo, all i want is huncho
ayy (ayy, ayy)
[verse 1: bigfiftyround]
i don’t know spanish like that, i’ma end off the clip (fah)
when i hop out the whip on the cuatro (hit, hit)
big bossed up, yeah, i don’t give a f*ck (gang)
strapped up, masked up in the back of the tahoe (every day)
i got this thick b*tch, she from the opps sidе (for real)
if you don’t give us the drop, you gon’ diе, ho (shh, ayy)
if you like to get put in the sky, ho (bah, bah, bah)
i’m sippin’ henny, i don’t drink moscato

[verse 2: big yba]
be at the bottom, i know what it’s like (it’s like)
b*tch, i slept on the bottom, i never had life (never)
i put that on my mama, b*tch, i had to fight (my mama)
and they know where i’m at, b*tch, i’m right by the piper (y)
they know we remember that, so you blow out a pipe
oh, you thinkin’ you gangster ’cause you got a pipe? (put it down)
but you riskin’ your life if you put down a pipe (put it down)
boy, this sh*t like a message, gon’ die by the night (yeah)

[verse 3: obn tg3]
know i stay with a stepper like ssu (i do)
lil’ b*tch, i’m bustin’, i just popped a two (popped a two)
no, my shooter don’t talk, yeah, he be on mute (huh? fft)
from the back of the rug, now he out of the roof
nah, i ain’t got’ tell a shooter what to do
before he could count (uh*huh), that n*gga could shoot (shoot)
you better think twice before frontin’ your move
them lil’ n*ggas hungry, they’ll take your food
[verse 4: getrichzay]
all*black tee with an all*black glock (ayy)
in an all*black jeep, b*tch, i’m ready to creep (bah)
ayy, we tryna put a new opp on a tee (bah)
ayy, she eat the d*ck, i say, “bon appétite” (ayy, ayy)
he got left on the ‘gram since he say he have beef (boom)
we applyin’ straight smoke, put an opp in a leaf (ayy)
b*tch, i’m throwin’ up boss, trazy throwin’ up three (big boss)
send a shot from the three, chopper hit him from deep

[verse 5: big yba]
ayy (brrt), chopper hit him from deep
ain’t none of these lil’ n*ggas bigger than me
yeah, they bitin’ my style, they get it from me
yeah, these n*ggas my sons, yeah, they mini*mes
he dissin’ and he must be ready to leave
ayy, i’m tryna take somethin’, then leave
ayy, i’m tryna bang somethin’, then eat
ayy, i’m tryna face a n*gga, id

- bigfiftyround lyrics

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