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Haha, 6 6

Money or the fame can't change me

I'ma still be the same me

I'll let my own mama f**' hang me

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look

Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook

Posted on the scene, sippin' lean, that promethazine

Sippin' on c**e, play with Jesus 'fore you play with me

All black tee 'til I see my first hundred G's

I don't need designer 'cause none of that shit ain't makin' me

Seven six twos, n**a know I got that K with me

If I call Kojack, n**a know that boy gon' spray for me, baow

Boy I got the game in a headlock

Had to hide in the hole 'cause the feds saw it

Niggas sleepin' on Lil 6 like a bed out

Get connection on your block like it's hotspot

Pull up drop top, pop opps with a big chop

We got big Glocks, I might dab but I don't Milly Rock

I want a hundred bands, n**a sleepy off a hundred xans

Molly look like sand, rock and roll like a f**' band

Zay he on the beat and you know he got that heat for me

Slidin' in the Jeep, it's a stolo so don't ride with me

Guns cold dope, ridin' with a hundred felonies

Stretch said free my brothers out the f**' penitentiary

This is the real rap, most these rap niggas big cap

He actin' like a b**h, just for that get him b**h slapped

Cruisin' down the street in my stolo

It's a Honda Civic man, 2004

Five percent tint, that shit low low

Anybody die, eeny miny mo

I'm an Israelite, but my grandma a Zoe

And we do voodoo, chop the head off a goat

Trapper of the year, serve the best in some soap

Niggas out here stealin' and rerockin' the flow

Money or the fame, man that shit can't change me

Before I sell my soul, let my own mama hang me

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look

Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook

Posted on the scene, sippin' lean, that promethazine

Sippin' on c**e, play with Jesus 'fore you play with me

All black tee 'til I see my first hundred G's

I don't need designer 'cause none of that shit ain't makin' me

Seven six twos, n**a know I got that K with me

If I call Cojack, n**a know that boy gon' spray for me, baow

Now this verse, I'ma hit 'em with some simple shit

Bust a n**a bubble, I was thuggin' on that pimple shit

Hole in his face like the n**a got some dimples b**h

Wanna trap out with Lil 6, you just better not move your pivot jit

'Cause that mean it's a foul on the play

In the stolen car, I don't need a Wraith

Police get behind me, I'ma do the race

Two-twenty on the dash, no catchin' me today

So basically I'm drivin' in the 'ject

DJ Khaled voice, screamin' we the best

Now I'm all up in her mouth like some Crest

Nutted on her face, I just made a mess

Now her mouth look like she ate some powdered donuts

TD be Lil 6, I don't think you know us

You a killer and a shooter then come show us

It's extortion, niggas scary, he ain't show up

Like a balloon in the air we finna blow up

Hop inside this flat with me, you just might throw up

Took the harder way, I ain't need no cuts

Grandma makin' black is how I got it sewed up

You got lil ice and the Sprite, n**a pour up

You a killer, I'm a killer n**a, so what?

I was just in the county eatin' cold cuts

Beat my pistol charge, now a n**a turned up

Write it in the books, I'm a crook, tell by the look

Got these niggas shook, I'm a vet and you steady rook

Posted on the scene, sippin' lean, that promethazine

Sippin' on c**e, play with Jesus 'fore you play with me

All black tee 'til I see my first hundred G's

I don't need designer 'cause none of that shit ain't makin' me

Seven six twos, n**a know I got that K with me

If I call Kojack, n**a know that boy gon' spray for me, baow

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