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new year same 6 - bobby tootact lyrics

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[intro]
lowkeymali, what’s the word?
this that 6 sh*t, word to my deads
baow, baow, baow, (pradadidit) baow
new year, same number for the kids stuck on the block
mr. dump4the6

[verse 1]
tryna focus on rap, but my finger keep itchin’
tootact in my name, so i’m never slippin’
some of my fans be sayin’ that “bobby be soundin’ the same”, you just gotta listen
when it comes to the rappin’, there’s no competition, n*ggas know how it get, i don’t need to be dissin’
moose callin’ my phone, invasion, we blitzin’
bet money on the 6, so f*ck it, we grinchin’
i was always outside, when sh*t got gritty
i was huggin’ ’16th, i ain’t gettin’ no hugs
mr. dump4the6, soon runnin’ the city
new year, same 6, n*ggas showin’ fake love
chevy, td, it’s the first quarter, but i’m hittin’ the mitch, when it’s time for the grub
remember, back then it was cold water
did this sh*t on my own, so the feature a dub

[chorus]
better take off your mask if i feel you a stranger
’cause i’ma fl!ck if i feel i’m in danger
got my gun in the party, please move hot
throw a shot if he play with my gangster
miss in the spot, she ask me if i’m good
i’m fine, i just got a lil anger
i get a lil mad, they can’t play with my hood
bro told me chill, but i’ma still*
better take off your mask if i feel you a stranger
’cause i’ma fl!ck if i feel i’m in danger
got my gun in the party, please move hot
throw a shot if he play with my gangster
miss in the spot, she ask me if i’m good
i’m fine, i just got a lil anger
i get a lil mad, they can’t play with my hood
bro told me chill, but i’ma still chase ’em
[bridge]
tryna focus on rap, but my finger keep itchin’
tootact in my name, so i’m never slippin’
some of my fans be sayin’ that “bobby be soundin’ the same”, you just gotta listen
when it comes to the rappin’, there’s no competition, n*ggas know how it get, i don’t need to be dissin’
moose callin’ my phone, invasion, we blitzin’
bet money on the 6, so f*ck it, we grinchin’

[verse 2]
got love for my fans, i’ll take a picture
i’ma stick to the plan, get momma a crib
then spend a lil bread, go cop me a richard
started chasin’ my dreams, they had wanted me to quit
they gave me a son, gotta get you a quicker
started hearin’ my name, now these b*tches on d*ck
f*ck a bag on his head, these bullets thicker
i’ll go do it myself, just to make sure he hit
so much bread in this bag, you think i’m loafin’?
is that the protege .50 i’m totin’?
few dirty rappers, just look at they fits
and they get me tight when they talk about motion
you ain’t smokin’ on bro, so don’t ask who i’m smokin’
and there’s too many tickets, so f*ck it, i’m chosen
mind of a menace, still in the trenches
so it’s hard for me to stay focused
[bridge]
tryna focus on rap, but my finger keep itchin’
tootact in my name, so i’m never slippin’
some of my fans be sayin’ that “bobby be soundin’ the same”, you just gotta listen
when it comes to the rappin’, there’s no competition, n*ggas know how it get, i don’t need to be dissin’
moose callin’ my phone, invasion, we blitzin’
bet money on the 6, so f*ck it, we grinchin’

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