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jusblow600 – 600 bars lyrics

[intro: manny 600]
yeah, this big six o, man
n-ggas know how we rockin’
l’a gang, steve drive sh-t, y’know?
jusblow, t up on this sh-t
“600 bars”

[verse]
i can never lack, go to sleep with the gat
smoke a n-gga top, better go get another gat
got 22 on me, i’m talm ’bout a glock
you can catch me in the o, smokin’ dope with boss top
f-ck a n-gga vest, all i want is his top
f-ck a n-gga b-tch, all i want is the top
my team up next and yo’ team gon’ flop
n-ggas be 12, he a b-tch, he a cop
slide through the six, it’s gon’ be a nightmare
my n-ggas strapped up, man, they goes with the [?]
you play the tough role, but the six stay fair
bumped into his b-tch, now i’m all in their ear
got the ups on a n-gga, know ya crib and ya spot
now we finna slide through and come send some shots
come through clappin’ like flip-flops
no time for the b-tch, no tick-tock
get your earrings, and your chain, and your wristw-tch
never say never ’cause you can get got
this “600 bars,” i ain’t stoppin’ soon
can’t release the mixtape, yeah, it’s comin’ soon
n-ggas switch up like spider-man, so i’m focused on the green like peter pan
if you can’t keep it real, then ain’t your mans
you remember them drills, poppin’ out them vans
light two blunts, smoke you and your mans
kush smoke, cotton ridin’ and we rollin’ ‘stends
n-ggas say they real, but they really pretend
this sh-t’ll never stop, it’ll never end
’cause if they take one of ours, we take ten of theirs
then it go back and forth like a baseball game
but when it’s clutch time, kd in the game
got 35 shots, kd in the game
no squares in the circle, that boy’s a lame
n-ggas slave in the streets, they’ll take your chain
you can catch me on the ‘met, b-tch, i’m coolin’ it
like the emoji with the gl-sses, i’m coolin’ it
got 50-shot mac’s with the cooler kit
it’s a knock at the door, i’m like, “who is it?”
look through the peephole with the glock to the door
if 12 at the door, then we out the backdoor
never love no b-tch, never wife no hoe
12 ain’t on sh-t ’cause all my n-ggas take souls
you can’t catch me in the cut, no nip/tuck
but if you get in that jam, keep a list tucked
that .40 change your face like makeup
just a young n-gga tryna get my cake up
better choose another block, can’t face it
we 3 much, hoes can’t take us
long live 3 much, that’s l’a
for my brother, we’ll catch you in broad day
them shots make him run like a relay
free 22 shotz, that’s cdai
and i’m all caked up, no b-day
we got what you need like ebay
we got green and white, but no brown sh-t
and we smokin’ pound after pound, b-tch
if you t’d up, i’ma turn you down
catch a n-gga lackin’, make no sound
if he ain’t snitch k, can’t hang around
like a deaf n-gga, make no sound
like a deaf n-gga, make no sound

[outro]
y’all know how we rockin’, man
600 sh-t, man, y’know?
l’a gang sh-t, man, y’know?
my n-ggas t’d up, man

- jusblow600 lyrics

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