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6tothea - young six lyrics

[acito] verse 1

aye. poppin out you n*ggas rookies with a heavy waist
all that talkin we ain’t worried til you demonstrate
drop a couple of they homies they gon separate
throw it up you never slidin you just in the way
you n*ggas kick it but ain’t trippin you get popped too
f*ckin with the wrong side and they gon drop dude
not cool you f*ck with us and you a opp too
test the waters imma show you how the block boom
pull up smirkish at the lights you gettin clapped tonight
put every sh*ll up in that b*tch i ain’t packin light
don’t know what happened you got sent into the afterlife
do a ride and wiggle back if you ain’t clapping right
if they ain’t posted up the street then we gon get [?]
out of state i’m with the mob still up in the streets
call [?] n*ggas trippin we gon bring em heat
ring the bell we at your door with a couple of gleeks

[youngsix] verse 2

throwin up the sucka sh*t on bro you can die for that
your brother died last year on gang still slide for that
sendin threats through the text message n*ggas typing fast
suckas are slippin swear to god these n*ggas goning fast
throw the sucka sh*t up [?] that’s how i’m doin it
i’m careful in these streets gotta watch who i’ve been movin with
been worried about the suckas in my town that ain’t been doin sh*t
got hector on the line i’m tryna finalize the sale
got some sh*t down in cali weighs too much to try to mail
but shoot it out with state troopers before he spend the day in jail
gettin calls from 40 ounce free my brothers out that cell
how you f*ckin with the suckas, still expect to come around
gucci on my sweater gucci on my feet
steppin with the steppers out on stockton finna paint the streets
really come from nothing told my momma pray for me
really from the six you know i keep a k with me
[lil1700adrian] verse 3
my goons with me they gone step for any reason
ooh i be slimin through they block you see me creepin
a hunnid shot to make a n*gga leave his own hood
i’m finna [?] it’s double o’s you n*ggas know us
aye free my brother when he home it’s gone be really on
that n*gga sick you throw a diss i bet he get him gone
if that’s your b*tch then why she blowin up a n*gga phone
sh*t we can go and get a bag and it won’t be long
yeah she like the way a n*gga talk huh
well f*ck that i’m tryna bust another play bro
and just the thinking that you safe we gone slide again
i’m giving out toe tags for you and your friends
the choppas sitting in the trunk with the gleek on my lap
that n*gga homeless k!ller south he was driving too fast
i’m disrespectful with this sh*t no don’t get me mad
and i’ll be in another state i’m doing the dash

- young six lyrics

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