If they pull up, flip the car
Two clips taped in this AR
Laced up my boots, prepared for war
Nigga diss me now he get rolled up in this cigar
If it ain't bout pape can’t get involved
Zone six, niggas kill and rob
Zone six, niggas get the money
Fuck that pump faking and clutching
Nigga get to dumping
The light just hit my watch and chain
Dem bitches hitting punching
And if you ever spoke on gang
Just know you getting punished
(Lets do it)
Fuck it little bro hit the drake
(Fuck it little bro hit the drake)
Fuck it little bro hit the switch
Nigga hate but he a bitch
Caught him out of bounds
They put him down, now ask do he exist
Niggas dying about them words thеy get left on that curb
A hundred fifty shots likе Herb
When we load up and swerve
Old school geeking like a nerd
Then took flight like a bird
She ate a perk then ate my dick
Sent her back bro she yours
Fuck you talkin bout
All black with a strap when I jump out
Bout that one out, with the drum
Imma shoot til it run out, niggas run out
They be locked in the house when I come out
Hit that one spot
Do that shit broad day when the sun out
Fuck I look like playing with y’all
Standing right at the key and shoot a nigga like a basketball
Got to wear a belt with this four-five
If not my pants will fall
My mans a dog
Don’t reach for shit cut off hands and all
Zone six niggas get the money
Fuck that pump faking and clutching
Nigga get to dumping
The light just hit my watch and chain
Dem bitches hitting punching
And if you ever spoke on gang
Just know you getting punished
(Lets do it)
Fuck it little bro hit the drake
(Fuck it little bro hit the drake)
Fuck it little bro hit the switch
Nigga hate but he a bitch
Caught him out of bounds
They put him down, now ask do he exist
Better watch your mouth
This bitch I’m shootin will rock the house
Niggas die for clout
He played and got smoked like an ounce
I just pulled up in some shit that I can’t even pronounce
Triple realist, go and ask the streets
Never needed a vouch
If he get hit with this bitch
He going to need him a doctor
In the hood, solo dolo
Just me and this chopper
He want to beef with me for promo
Be cool bruh I got ya
That’s a no no
You get put on the news when we spot ya
This a draco, it kick back like a horse when it fire
Hit yo block up and light it up, like the Fourth of July
We stand on business
Hit that bitch in a suit and a tie
Lift his blick up better not get up
You move and you die
Zone six niggas get the money
Fuck that pump faking and clutching
Nigga get to dumping
The light just hit my watch and chain
Dem bitches hitting punching
And if you ever spoke on gang
Just know you getting punished
(Lets do it)
Fuck it little bro hit the drake
(Fuck it little bro hit the drake)
Fuck it little bro hit the switch
Nigga hate but he a bitch
Caught him out of bounds
They put him down now ask do he exist