leave em stretched - lil moe 6blocka lyrics
[intro]
d*mn, [?]
mmm, mmm
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
ayy, ayy
[chorus]
shots out the drac (drac)
hit his f*ckin’ top (top)
f*ck where he from
we gon’ spin his block (block)
watch how you talk when you talk to me
caught a shot up out the glock
that boy got hit from ‘cross the street
man down, that’s a dead body
and we ain’t comin’ for one n*gga, we shootin’ everybody
i gotta play it smooth, ‘cause i know the feds watchin’
you better watch the news, ‘cause we shootin’ everybody, ayy (ayy)
[verse 1]
tell me what you got that gun for?
you said you a k!ller, tell me what you run for?
you ain’t never k!lled n0body, boy you bodied who?
you better stay up in your body ‘fore i body you
i’ll leave a n*gga dead, i just send a tеxt (send a text)
foenеm leave a n*gga stretched
i just write the check (just write the check)
you better stay up in your lane ‘fore you get stretched (get stretched)
choppa bullets hit your chest, it go through a vest, ayy
n*ggas don’t be on they block, they don’t come outside
naw, i be all up on your block, while you ain’t outside
i be posted on the six, where them k!llers at
totin’ .45 glocks, where the members at
and if it’s smoke, we gone’ give him that, bet he remember that
[bridge]
shots up out the drac, i make his body spin (ayy)
shots up out the drac, i make his body spin (ayy)
shots up out the drac, i make his body spin (ayy)
[verse 2]
and you n*ggas don’t want no war wit’ us (nah)
you hit this block then i’ma open up, as soon as he fall we stand over him
so many shots in his face, they can’t even notice him
i pop out the cut, they like “i knew it’s him”
terrorize these n*ggas ‘cause they b*tch made (b*tch made)
i been totin’ the same gun since sixth grade
i’ll test a n*gga gangsta, ‘cause he’s b*tch made
n*gga stay up out my face with them b*tch ways
i been ridin’ through your block tryna catch one
first n*gga that i catch, im gon’ stretch somethin’
hop out the car, hold him down, i give ‘em six of ’em (i give ‘em six of ’em)
he got caught without his pipe, where is his gun? (where is his gun?)
and a lot of n*ggas get wrapped up on that rappin’ sh*t (on that rappin’ sh*t)
i’m the type of rapper, won’t hesitate to to clap him quick (bow*bow*bow)
heard you came with your n*ggas, they’ll die too
foenem itchin’ out they body just to try you
[chorus]
shots out the drac (drac)
hit his f*ckin’ top (top)
f*ck where he from
we gon’ spin his block (block)
watch how you talk when you talk to me
caught a shot up out the glock
that boy got hit from ‘cross the street
man down, that’s a dead body
and we ain’t comin’ for one n*gga, we shootin’ everybody
i gotta play it smooth, ‘cause i know the feds watchin’
you better watch the news, ‘cause we shootin’ everybody (b*tch, on gang)
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