(Mi gusta este ritmo de Savage, aha)

I'm from the six, where the members doin' hits for fun
I'm on my get back gang shit, I do this shit for Von
I got the drop on the opps, and we ain't sparin' none
You ain't got no gun, you better get you one (baow, boom)
I pay two, four, six, eight, ten bonds
And I'ma be 6-0-0 when this shit done
Folks 6-6-0, we can't risk none
They gotta free all of them niggas that make the block one
Pop up in this bitch with Drizzy, they know who I am (am)
Ain't no security searchin' me boy, I don't give a damn (damn)
SnitchK, don't run yo' mouth, 'fore you blow up out that jam (jam)
Shorty get that low-low on a opp, then I'ma pound (go)

Ain't no tellin' what them opp niggas gon' do when foenem' catch 'em (catch 'em)
We pull up, bail out, and popped, ain't know what to do, foenem' blessed 'em
If we can't catch 'em, then we look for OG crib, just to send a message
Bitch we want pressure, blastin', catch 'em, stretch 'em
Breakin' news, Channel Seven (baow, baow, baow)
I just put a switch up on a Glock and now I'm sprayin' (sprayin')
They know how we comin' from, 600 to the Lam' (the Lam')
Bitch I'm 'bout my mula, 'bout my money, Uncle Sam (Uncle Sam)
If you ain't the fam, stay out the biz, who walked the bam
Loose screw, nigga fuck what you gon' do (what?)
I just dropped that loot, get out of town, 'cause they on you
Bitch we ridin', we out '46, might pour up four, six
All our opps on some ho shit, gon' think I wrote this
You keep playin' like you know shit, gon' get your door kicked
I'm with the fam and some mo' niggas, you get your bro kilt
I send bags to lil' foenem, say they can smoke it (smoke it)
I see that tag up on his toe tip, he got his ho hit
And this bag unlimited, can't wait to drop it on a nigga head
And these niggas snitches, witness, can't fuck around, niggas scared (fucked around)
Free BA up out that can, them bitches gave him fifty-five years
Tell the gang they comin' home, and foenem' payin' for them appeals (for them appeals)

I'm from the six where the members doin' hits for fun
I'm on my get back gang shit, I do this shit for Von
I got the drop on the opps, and we ain't sparin' none
You ain't got no gun, you better get you one
I pay two, four, six, eight, ten bonds
And I'ma be 6-0-0 when this shit done
Folks 6-6-0, we can't risk none
They gotta free all of them niggas that make the block one
Pop up in this bitch with Drizzy, they know who I am (am)
Ain't no security searchin' me boy, I don't give a damn (damn)
SnitchK, don't run yo' mouth, 'fore you blow up out that jam (jam)
Shorty get that low-low on a opp, then I'ma pound (pound)

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Writer(s): Darontez Mayo, Devonshe Collier, Melvin Griffin