[Intro: Memo600 & King Von]

Steve Drive

Stretch Gang

Steve Drive

Stretch Gang

What?

What?

What?

Von

[Verse 1: King Von]

Ain't got no hoes with me

I be quick to run up let it pop, that's just the O' in me

Rest in peace to Silk from Ada Park, that was the older me

Goofy got shot right up in his top, his brother told on me

Could't get a bond, I sat it out, they put that hold on me

45, XD's, 50 shot, Glizzies, peace treaty, bitch, please

You know I grew up on that violence, DOA turn up them sirens

I be thirsty on his ass from Cicero to Stoney Island

'Cause Von get on your ass, send you with them birds

Your preacher all in church, reading off proverbs

And folks'nem mad at me, I put in too much work

They saying, "Von sit back"

'Cause Get-Back Gang they got my back

But I'm still strapped, can't go like that

I'm still a killer before the rap

I swear I killed her, broke her back

Your homie died, I'm smoking that

I'm tired of smelling Tooka and Lil Marc

And I'm tired of Scrapp

I'm thinking about creating a new pack

Aye DQ, who is that?

[Chorus: Memo600]

Ain't no exposing me

I be in them trenches, where a n***a say he 'posed to be

Foe'nem wet a n***a ass up, he can't get close to me

Fye a n***a ass up, he gon' need surgery

Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me

He a hoe, he a b***h

He a rat, he a snitch

I'm Six O, I won't switch

I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss

Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her s**t

[Verse 2: Memo600]

It's gon' be a murder

Smokin' Scrapp and I got my strap

Long live Burger

Tough as hell on the 'net, but on their block, unheard of

Pour a four of Poppie Juice, what's that? That's that syrup

Lil Dee in the kitchen with them pots, he gon' stir up

12 get up on this bitch, it's that, we gon' "Skrtt, skrtt"

Long live Headshot HEC don't disrespect, your face on a shirt

Off that Zeko, Tooka, and that Fatz, we gon' put in work

Sneaky talking, sayin' this and that, just gon' get 'em murked

You don't want them shells from that MAC

Chase a n***a down, like Ricky, shoot your back

We shoot up your kickback, then it's back to the 'Met

I'ma die for my set, D Block where it's at

[Chorus: Memo600]

Ain't no exposing me

I be in them trenches, where a n***a say he 'posed to be

Foe'nem wet a n***a ass up, he can't get close to me

Fye a n***a ass up, he gon' need surgery

Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me

He a hoe, he a b***h

He a rat, he a snitch

I'm Six O, I won't switch

I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss

Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her s**t