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yung wardy - free da whole 6 lyrics

[intro]
free ghetto, n+gga
bet a n+gga gon’ die
free the whole 6, n+gga (nah, for real)
nah, for real

[chorus]
bet a n+gga gon’ die if he speak on the 6
n+ggas don’t even know i did sh+t for the men
who the f+ck is you, n+gga? i ain’t takin’ no fl!ck
b+tch, i’m really a vet, quickdraw off the hip
hear my name in a song, where the f+ck is your stats?
outside with the men ’cause we catchin’ the hats
he got shot in his chest, n+gga ran out of mats
he ain’t really a driver, his dumb ass met
i’m really a robber that really get busy
murder opps, ain’t nothin’, gеt down to the city
hop out, he had caught me for a lil’ glizzy
all thеse rap n+ggas dyin’, ’bout to turn up the city
drop sh+t on these n+ggas, the f+ck? i don’t miss
the beef gettin’ real, got bent out a lyft
only thing that i’m duckin’ you know is the bl!cks
lookin’ down through the cutlass, you beef with a switch

[verse]
say my name in a song, got a shot on his house
this sh+t ain’t no cap too, i can get vouched
what the f+ck is the hood? i don’t know what they ’bout
they timid like sh+t, man, them young n+ggas mouse
if i ever get set, then i’m k!llin’ the ho
that rap n+gga died, n+gga died for a coat
rakkionz keep dissin’, can’t wait ’til he go
i’m not tryna rap beef, f+ck is you, slow?
n+gga, get the f+ck, why you all in my mentions?
know them n+ggas mad i’m smokin’ they ticket
why the f+ck you not? i’m sayin’ you been did
sh+t hit his chest, n+gga needed stitches
i’m takin’ him down for his watch, it was bl!ckin’
n+ggas goofy and sh+t, they be dyin’ for b+tches
have b jump out with that drill, caught a pendant
n+gga can’t drop a name, naw, n+gga, that’s tellin’
[interlude]
naw, n+gga, that’s tellin’, free all the members
n+gga, f+ck tak6dwn, i’ma keep sayin’ it, huh?
baow, baow, baow, baow
come on, come on, come on

[chorus]
bet a n+gga gon’ die if he speak on the 6
n+ggas don’t even know i did sh+t for the men
who the f+ck is you, n+gga? i ain’t takin’ no fl!ck
b+tch, i’m really a vet, quickdraw off the hip
hear my name in a song, where the f+ck is your stats?
outside with the men ’cause we catchin’ the hats
he got shot in his chest, n+gga ran out of mats
he ain’t really a driver, his dumb ass met
i’m really a robber that really get busy
murder opps, ain’t nothin’, get down to the city
hop out, he had caught me for a lil’ glizzy
all these rap n+ggas dyin’, ’bout to turn up the city
drop sh+t on these n+ggas, the f+ck? i don’t miss
the beef gettin’ real, got bent out a lyft
only thing that i’m duckin’ you know is the bl!cks
lookin’ down through the cutlass, you beef with a switch

[outro]
naw, for real
free the whole 6, n+gga
free ghetto

- yung wardy lyrics

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