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ld x y.sj x st x r6 - 6 gang lyrics

[intro: ld]
big motherf-cking waps
big motherf-cking racks
big clips
6 sh-t
man’s pulling up joggin on n-ggas
yeah alla dat
gang, gang

[hook: ysj x ld]
6 gang with the opps on man cah they know we do drilling’s
go check out the booting’s, check out the chinging’s
.44’s 10 toes with the dots, 6 gang done did i️t
67k what where?, he either tripped or it’s spilling

bare man rap for the cause, you don’t bang for your friend that’s under the floor
like he got chinged and he got whacked, so tell me what is the score
and i hear man rapping on tracks like ours never took one of yours
and bare rap about banging when they ain’t even ready for war

[verse 1: ysj]
young jigga n-ggas know that i’m lurky
on the drive r6 and sizz, tryna smoke opp like percy
big rambo that will drench man, get in my way i ain’t showing no mercy
pull up crash at the fam, the whole of my gang got their hands them dirty
the opps ain’t adding no k, how the h-ll you gonna talk about ropes
some washed yutes tryna scream town, i just run man down my woes
when i put my hands on smoke, tryna air out your friend then ghost
way too needy
dem n-ggas just lie for the hoes
two dot’s that’s itch and sizz
on the opp block where they ain’t on p-ss
dem man love chat like b-tch
should’ve seen them run when we jumped out the whizz
gang dinger might pull up on violence
if you run keep ducking and diving
what’s all the running and hiding?
i told man that no one ain’t sliding

[verse 2: st]
crash corn at anyone n-ggas know we on violence
me and yung conz stay tooled up out here tryna catch man sliding
man get the drop on the opps little man there just got a knifing
how could you call this beef when we get round there and you hiding?
broski fill up the ting, i’ll fill up the ting lets lurk
2 l’s on the opp block lurk with itch and tryna put him on a shirt
rage is way too whizzy like i always say skrr skrr
ttrap loving the ends pedal bike tryna push work
drillers and trappers, f-ck with the 6 get cheffed or pitched
that sh-t there’s tragic
pull up on the drive with me and my guys all the opps vanish
bro don’t talk, bro shoot them bro is the maddest
bro got me, i got bro no dashing when we splashing
4 door 4 man that’s me and my gang tryna catch man lacking
2 rucksacks that’s 2 bruck-back’s on the ride don’t panic
2 rucksacks that’s 2 bruck-back’s see feds mans dashing
tryna leave a opp cabbage

[verse 3: r6]
jump out, jump out on a mad one boom boom bow in the place
you could be chinese or indian i don’t give a toss about your race
pull up on a opp-block bare p-ssies coming like a brothel in the place
only time i run and leave my friend’s when we legging from jakes
whip whip whip, older bro in the kitchen watch him do up the flake
i got both for the low
raw in the dotty for the smackers to taste
camp on the opp block, camp on the block
itch and scratch for the opper’s we bake
camp on the opp block
itch and scratch for the opper’s we bake
hold
who’s that kwengers on the opp block see the way that she shakes
if that’s the opper’s girl, can you lead me to my mates?
knock knock on my door, feds window escape
10 toes in brixton, like b-tch i’m with my apes
drench man normal that’s a opp boy open, bare police tapes
whip whip in that pot do a dab, my n-gga whip the flakes
catch you on a backroad sliding, fired on shh get the flame
catch you on a backroad sliding, fired on shh get the flame

[verse 4: ld]
bare men rap for the cause don’t bang for their friends that’s under the floor
capo got wetted in front of his friends yeah all of them p-ssio’s saw
free squeezy he was on the phone laughing we all know we should’ve got more
and bare man rap about banging when they ain’t even ready for war
they ain’t out here tryna risk i️t
tryna rise that mash and fill i️t turn a opp pack then bill i️t
when i jump in the ride and spin i️t i know my shooters tryna drill it
they could be old or young, skinny or fat they see me they kick it
two cannon’s on the opp block like i came here to help out ade og
tilt that, shoot man’s face from a angle, leave man’s visuals peak
something got touched round there now the feds wanna question the whole of the team
suttin got touched round there now the feds wanna question the whole of the team
go and get you some manners
still step with handy tools that’s a man bag with nails and hammers
bang call from the days we were out here tryna fly red bandanas
lean and bop with ting, bang that ting till i see a boy stagger
lean and bop with ting, bang that ting till i see a boy stagger

- ld x y sj x st x r6 lyrics

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