[Intro]

These fuck niggas, these rap niggas

Ya kno what i'm sayin' ?

These niggas been, ya know what i'm sayin'

Yea Yea

Og call me say a nigga was lookin' for me

Shit !

[Verse 1]

I just got a call from my big homie

Word around town heard a nigga got a brick on me

Nigga must think i'm a lick homie

He ain't eve know I gotta .40 with a dick on me

Rollin in the club got my stick on me

Guess a nigga made cause I had his fuckin' bitch on me

Shit real heard my own dawg snitched on me

Its a violation so you know it gotta flip homie

Hunnid more shots in the AK

Might go fed how them crackers did Dae Dae

Bodies on the six niggas die by tre eights

No shells on the scene man them niggas left no trace

TGB, six block no play thang

Got hoes shakin' ass for my brothers on Jpay

Free Spazz jit comin' home one day

Bitch tell that the whole six woke up late

In a new stolen and its foreign

Big bro say if it ain't foreign then it's boring

Fuck a nigga up like porn

Six got Glocks on the block with his boys

Nigga you ain't no noise

Nigga you a bitch and you shoot with them toys

Got his dropped in the flood

Pussy ass jit we killin' you boys

Might make the news before four

I shot, they didn't mention i'm thanking the lord

Swing back cause we upping the score

Rollin' and geekin' they think ima dork ( aye, bitch yea)

They think i'm a dork

[Verse 2]

Brand new Glock .30

Shootin' out the gym curry

He think shit sweet McFlurry

Before a show get em gone, do em dirty

Swear to God we ain't got no worries

Pull up on yo block with the pop like Murray

Real facts I ain't tellin' no stories

He was speakin' on Kendrick got the last nigga buried

Pussy you play then you late

Fuck killin' Lil Ray had that K to his face

Then I make them do the race

That boy with the bunkie just like Tampa Bay

Kodak say don't leave a trace

We shooting for straps killing for eight

You just caught a body you late

Everybody gotta die, everybody gotta date

[ Verse 3 ]

Brand new Glock .40

Pockets obese, Norbit

Still spendin' block with my shordy

Stolo on the six no foreges

Trap house jumpin' like Jordan

Pull up on ya block can't find em like Dory

Cap rap, I ain't hearin' them stories

Get killed if you cross the good lord that's important

High speed cracker can't catch me

Fled in Lou turned this shit to a high speed

Dead Locs nigga won't try me

Face shot, can't let a nigga J5 me

Nigga's don't bleed how I bleed

.30 shot clip in my motherfuckin' magazine

Get a nigga flipped like a motherfuckin' trampoline

Nigga talkin' weird like he motherfuckin' Japanese

[Verse 4]

.40 is on me clappin' me

I ain't even feelin' no dap in me

We just lost Bibby tragically

But we gon' kill yo shit happily

Hoped out the stolen to the beamer

Can't see these niggas John Cena

Got my gun all in the arena

Need a bad bitch like Trina

Niggas sang like Justin Biber

Pull up on yo ass with my heater

Six not an ordinary creature

Talkin' my shit like Rasheeda

Fuck the lil hoe, I don't need her

Beat her back in then I leave her

Then I'm back in and I mingle

Six in the bricks with his heater

[Outro]

Ugh, Aye

Six in the bricks with his heater

Ugh, Ugh, Yea

Niggas be sangin' Justin Biber