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d-lo116 - 6 oz lyrics

[intro: d-lo116]
yea, yea yea man
ridin’ for da gang
never switch up on me mane
116gsh-tliln-gga

[bridge: d-lo116]
ridin’ for da gang
never switch up on me mane
and we stackin’ up these bandz
gettin’ clout n not da fame
spittin’ facts wit no shame
playin’ sh-ts not a game
n-gga imma f-ckin’ beast one u can’t f-ckin’ tame

[verse 1: d-lo116]
one day imma stack a mill
hackin’ banks and jammin’ bills
one day imma cop a house, in motherf-ckin’ hills
and you know i’m poppin’ pills
you a fish got f-ckin’ gills
catch a body one shot k!ll
spittin’ facts i keep it real
and you know i keep that .9
spittin’ facts its bout that time
keep yo b-tch in f-ckin’ line
always stickin’ to my grind
might just ball up six oz
but styll ain’t trippin’ for no hoes
and no matter what, i’m stayin’ down ten toes

[hook: aditio & (d-lo116)]
stackin’ 6 oz yeah i’m serious (yea, i’m serious)
b-tches on you that’s hilarious (that’s hilarious)
cash on me that obvious (thats obvious)
i pull up at ur crib ya i’m gettin’ it (gang!)

[verse 2: aditio]
problem in the fham but i still get the fame
cashin’ out big but i gotta beat the case
rocks on my wrist ya cut from the list
b-tch on my d-ck now she f-ckin’ with the clique
u tryna diss me but you ain’t the best
u can tell this sh-t supreme when you see the s
i might just grab the drone
than fly p-ss ur zone
but she still hit my phone
b-tch i did this on my own
i don’t need them friends i just coped all the benz
yeah, momma hit my phone cause she proud of my m’s
i pull up at her crib i be slippin’ out
u rap that old sh-t i’m laughin’ out
gucci with the lines yeah i stand out
you backin’ up with the f-ckin’ icloud
b-tch boy why you backin’ up now
i’m bout to snipe you yeah thats shots out
u wanna steal my flow thats a no no
ur b-tch on my d-ck now she wanna blow
you on the buzz but you payed that
l’s on your head yeah, just take that
fall back to downtown, yeah just when i feel down
b-tches wanna come lay down
i hit the stu when its late out
u whitby u fade out
u p-ssy you fade out
ya you fade out

[verse 3: d-lo116]
gizzlin’ the racks
it got me trippin’
t-tty grippin’
bra unhookin’
best friends lookin’
wonderin’ what da pot be cookin’
and we hid them bandz in the whip
i’m trackin’ you wit da chip
and i’ll reload the clip
beyblade, let it rip
ya we need dat legal job
always ridin’ with mob
n-gga you off guard he get robbed
boy this n-gga is a slob
pour a 4 get out da feels
survive one day on one meal
n-gga all this sh-t be real
count 6 os get my feels

[outro: d-lo116 & aditio]
aditio: graaaa
d-lo116: 116gsh-tliln-gga

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