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facts freestyle - bos flip lyrics

[intro]
ayy, yup, yup
keep goin’
sh*t, oh, you dead wrong
uh, uh, uh
(noisy on the beat)
uh, uh, uh
six sh*t, get your b*tch hit
your man died, know you dead wrong
uh, you know we keep goin’
come on

[verse 1]
uh, come on
we gon’ get him gone (gone)
your mans died and he ain’t slide, you know you dead wrong
my mama looked me in my eyes, she said i’m livin’ wrong
i tell my mama all the time that i’ma make it home (go)
i caught that case, the judge told me i won’t come at home
crazy told me if i keep my pole, then i’ma live long
tell my opps they better tighten up and get they head on
’cause i’ma knock that b*tch off and give his ass a head stone (forget peace)
we get war with the city, so we finna buy some more sticks
heard you rollin’ on them counters, finna run with your sh*t (rob his ass)
put that gun down, your p*ssy ass won’t blow sh*t (goofy)
stupid*ass n*gga f*cked around and got your bro hit
[interlude]
stupid*ass n*gga f*cked around and got your bro hit
stupid*ass n*gga, f*ck around and get your mama hit
stupid*ass n*gga, f*ck around and get your b*tch hit
ah, ah, ah, ah, everybody screamin’, “six sh*t” (come on)

[verse 2]
uh, everybody screamin’, “six” (gang)
i got some members from the dirt and got some k!llers in the bricks
we got them junkies goin’ stupid, they be k!llin’ for a nickel
dumb n*gga moved it stupid, he got hit up with this b*tch
i got the devil in my head, he screamin’, “shoot him in his sh*t” (shh)
i’m finna shoot him in his head and watch his f*ckin’ noodles split
frontline when i’m shootin’, i be on some movie sh*t
i be shootin’ fourty*three, but i ain’t on no hoopin’ sh*t
i got some n*ggas, they be robbin’, trappin’, scammin’, they some k!llers with me (gang)
ape sh*t, n*ggas go gorilla with me (go, baow)
you ain’t in that field with me, you ain’t out here drillin’ with me
i say, “f*ck ’em off”, f*ck around and drill the city
n*gga, i’m big six, i don’t fear n0body
n*gga always dissin’ in them songs, ain’t k!ll n0body
n*gga feel some tipe of way, how he gon’ go ’bout it? (how?)
n*gga say he miss his bro, n*gga, blow smoke ’bout it
if a n*gga blow smoke, better know he gon’ choke ’bout it
i done seen bro k!ll a n*gga, sit down (d*mn) and joke ’bout it
i done seen a n*gga catch a case and tell he know ’bout it
n*gga’s name all over a paper, he done sat down and rolled ’bout it (f*ckin’ rat)
talk about my top, b*tch, i’m so out it
i can’t f*ck with b*tches ’cause they so childish
blowin’ up my phone, man, this ho wildin’
crazy lookin’ down, know my bro smilin’
in the name of him, we swing that chop and drop the window, kick a door ’bout it (noisey on the beat)
[outro]
six sh*t, n*gga, get your b*tch hit (baow)
drop the racks on a rat head, get a snitch hit (baow)
nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (yeah, yeah), n*gga get your mama hit (yeah, yeah)
n*gga blowin’ all the smoke (yeah, yeah), n*gga, we brought drummers, b*tch (real drummer)

- bos flip lyrics

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