If they pull up, flip the car
Two clips taped in this AR
Laced up my boots, prepared for war
Ni--a diss me now he get rolled up in this cigar
If it aint bout pape can't get involved
Zone six, ni--as kill and rob
Zone six, ni--as get the money
Fu-k that pump faking and clutching
Ni--a get to dumping
The light just hit my watch and chain
Dem bi--hes hitting punching
And if you ever spoke on gang
Just know you getting punished
(Lets do it)
Fu-k it little bro hit the drake
(Fu-k it little bro hit the drake)
Fu-k it little bro hit the switch
Ni--a hate but he a bi--h
Caught him out of bounds
They put him down, now ask do he exist
Ni--as dying about them words they get left on that curb
A hundred fifty shots like Herb
When we load up and swerve
Old school geeking like a nerd
Then took flight like a bird
She ate a p—k then ate my di-k
Sent her back bro she yours
Fu-k 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, ni--as 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
Fu-k I look like playing with y'all
Standing right at the key and shoot a ni--a 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 sh-t we cut off hands and all
Zone six ni--as get the money
Fu-k that pump faking and clutching
Ni--a get to dumping
The light just hit my watch and chain
Dem bi--hes hitting punching
And if you ever spoke on gang
Just know you getting punished
(Lets do it)
Fu-k it little bro hit the drake
(Fu-k it little bro hit the drake)
Fu-k it little bro hit the switch
Ni--a hate but he a bi--h
Caught him out of bounds
They put him down, now ask do he exist
Better watch your mouth
This bi--h I'm shootin will rock the house
Ni--as 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 bi--h
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 bi--h in a suit and a tie
Lift his blick up better not get up
You move and you die
Zone six ni--as get the money
Fu-k that pump faking and clutching
Ni--a get to dumping
The light just hit my watch and chain
Dem bi--hes hitting punching
And if you ever spoke on gang
Just know you getting punished
(Lets do it)
Fu-k it little bro hit the drake
(Fu-k it little bro hit the drake)
Fu-k it little bro hit the switch
Ni--a hate but he a bi--h
Caught him out of bounds
They put him down now ask do he exist