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6th grade - ncg madmax lyrics

uhh, uhh, uhh
pop out, pop out
(d*mn cmf you made this hoe?)
64, throwback gang
never change gang
murda worth, yuh

might spin off the lot be whippin them whips so fast i don’t even got control of the wheel
if a f*ck n*gga play in this bih get k!lled
my brother gon shoot like a basketball drill
my pockets be fat like i just ate a meal
i came a long way, i ain’t sign no deal
i’m a real 6th baby i was raised in the vill
all a n*gga know is k!ll, trap, and steal
your b*tch just suck a n*gga d*ck at the crib
sent her home in the lyft but the b*tch left her heels
pippin on hoes like my name dollar bill
boy these n*ggas be fake like a three dollar bill
i’m still outside boy i’m still in the field
you can make the wrong move and get hit with the steel
flash out on my n*gga bro tell me to chill
get k!lled in the street but it is what it is

got a glock for a 30 cause he think he entering
put two in his skull bout to knock out his membrane
you think i’m a hoe then your ass like a sh*t stain
you know this ain’t sh*t i been thuggin since 6th grade
sippin on drank 2 cups like pappy
we were broke then a b*tch, had one pair of khakis
i be fresh then a b*tch i remember was tacky
got a glock with a beam for a n*gga trynna jack me
stay with the stick like a g*y hoe
pull up and your ass fried like potatoes
run up my racks have to stay with my bankroll
k!ll an opp then i go to the 8 just to lay low
big glock, high points, no we don’t do those
two bands for a feature then i spend it on new clothes
pull up in the drop top, the one with the two doors
everyday i wake up grab the heat cause it’s too cold

my brothers gon rob they be on that stain sh*t
lil denna gon bust on whoever you came with
lil k!ller he thuggin he be on that same sh*t
when we busting them choppers better duck when them flames hit
lil jayden will walk down, pop out, face n*ggas
t**zy will hop out the car and go chase n*ggas
i pull up, pistol whip and duck tape a n*gga
we don’t f*ck with the police, the judge we hate them n*ggas
if i get 30 years in the pin i’ll escape
got the 6 on my back like a motherf*ckin cape
what’s an ape to a n*gga with this big ass drac?
i don’t know but they found him in a big ass lake
if my b*tch outta line imma pimp slap her
n*gga be dissin on the g we gonna kidnap em
just popped a perc with your b*tch for like six ounce
i’m with a black and white hoe and they sniff pounds
they didn’t wanna let me in, blew a hole in the gate
turn a n*gga to an n and put a hole in his face
i’ll rob me a n*gga put the code to the safe
he was talkin outta line shot his nose off his face
pull up through the back, just see if they posted
spent the night at my cousins they a lotta roaches
got stamps on tha 12 we was happy to buy groceries
f*ck n*gga wanna play throw his ass in the ocean

- ncg madmax lyrics

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