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tay 600 - 6ix4 lyrics

[verse]
she say i’m a silly muhf-cka
n-gga i’m not fight, i tote 50’s muhf-cka
faceshot, murder team, rest in peace to gang n-gga
folks gon’ catch a opp and blow his brains n-gga
aye, cuz we had to
i wasn’t in the cl-ssroom
gettin’ top in the bathroom
1 o’clock n-ggas be hearing them shots and bout 1:45 they be shootin again
f-ck n-ggas try to put dirt on my name but i never will stop cuz i knew i would win
i’m never slackin’ i stay with my ratchet went down for a gun i won’t do it again
opp n-ggas lackin’ we catch him in traffic but 2 in his face and put 2 in his friend
i did it once i’ma do it again
i’ma come thru start shootin’ again
what should i drive in the coupe or the benz
glock .22 i got 2 and they twins
hop out i’m doing my thang, 50 shot thirty no aim
slidin i’m lettin’ it bang, do a f-ck n-gga like cain
most of these rappers is lame, pull up i’m takin’ your chain (gimme dat)
i was in them trenches, you was on the benches
slide on a opp n-gga solo, i be so dolo, mac on a string like a yoyo
i keep a stick like a pogo, ridin’ in the low-low, it ain’t a place that i won’t go
throw up a l for the logo, givin’ him promo, feds steady tryna take photos
ridin’ in the cat it’s a 4-door and it’don’t go slow, doin the dash on the popo
he say he want it then f-ck it we on it i’m givin’ it out for a n-gga that want smoke
my b-tch ain’t average i’m totin’ that ratchet you know that i’m slingin’ that gadget like gogo
i’m by my lonely she tryna diss on me but i can not let the b-tch f-ck up my mojo
you lookin’ for me you think i’m traffic i slide thru your hood on the bike like i’m jojo
these n-ggas know that i’m straight from the go i pull up on your block i ain’t doin’ no drive-by
tec with the beam and we up to no good you see me in your hood better duck when i slide by
i been a savage i’m not with the actin’ the streets know w-ssup you not with it so why lie
i got a temper i be with the members the gang they all throwin’ 3 bars like it’s wifi
raised in the six, watchin’ them flies
stretchin’ the opps, give em a high five
red on his shirt, look like it’s tie dye
slide on a one, gettin’ that die y
and it’s just me and the guys
n-gga don’t look surprised
i see the look in your eyes
and you not ready to die

- tay 600 lyrics

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