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foolio - av6 lyrics

[verse 1: foolio]
leeky died, meechy died, another opp sit (leeke)
celebration on the air, we got the block lit (ha)
he was lacking on that lean, got his car hit (gang)
the whole gang f+ck lil’ neechi little opp+opp b+tch (b+tch)

[verse 2: jarvo]
swing a n+gga block, skrr, you know we got them chopsticks
meechy in my lungs, we hit a n+gga block quick (cut)
he talking crazy, run them down, it was a quick blitz (come on)
another opp that’s in the air, we post up in the bricks
skrr, man down, it’s a four+four (get down, get down)
tell the opp that they can’t post up at their corner store (brr+brr)
faceshot, closed case, we just upped the score (come here)
free lil’ fe’, mr hit+yo+block, we swinging dough (fefe b+tch)

[verse 3: g3litty]
i’m smoking quis on the v, that’s my favourite opp (she go)
we blitzed their block at 5 o’clock, i heard two got popped
that glock .23, j+4, that’s my favourite glock (my lil’ j)
and f+ck the opps, we on the block, we got plenty wops

[verse 4: jusbloo]
when we hop out, them bodies drop, you better duck yo’ top (woah)
post up and got leek in the glock, we turned him into a star (go)
he tried to run from the gun but he ain’t make it far (uh+uh)
man down, .22 drop, hit up another car
[verse 5: fetti osama]
i’m smoking+ ackafool in this f+cking blunt (johnjohn)
they caught leeke ass and turned his ass into some runtz (leeke)
b+tch we in the air, we posted up with a hunnid guns (a+block)
smoking meechy and b5 that’s a two+for one (meech)

[verse 6: curt gotti]
draco go bananas, ain’t got mikey, get to pill a n+gga (haha)
hop out, we rock out, no lil’ stone and got them k!llers with us (got ’em hit)
other n+ggas keep speaking on my brother, they gon’ feel a n+gga (on god)
holla g3 and tell him “get him”, he gon’ zip a n+gga

[verse : stony]
smoking 23, smoking john mixed with 4 (smokin’ 4)
i f+cked his opp b+tch and you know she gave the loc’ (opp thot)
sliding back+to+back, tryna up the score (grrah)
when you see this hyundai, you better get low (get low)

[outro: +cojack+ & others]
better duck your chapo, choppa filled with harlow (harlow)
smoking meechy leeke, mix it up with ralo (meechy! leeke!)
keep young v’s with me everywhere that i go (vee)
can’t catch that sprinter, then we shooting up that tall hoe (come here)

b+tch ass n+gga, ahh come here
meechy leeke,6block 6block
long live 35, long live bibby (gang)
too bad n+ggas only [?] trey d
ay we can’t put no more breath in that
leeke dumbass leedot, leeke dumbass leedot
hol up hol up hol up
+cojack in this b+tch, you know that i’m rockin’+
stupid ass, gang sh+t, free fee

- foolio lyrics

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