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6k - lil zay osama lyrics

[intro]
uh*huh
yeah
on foenem (on fonem grave, [?])
6300 n*gga, dmgg
on my brother grave (go, go)
([?])
you know how the f*ck we comin’ n*gga
uh, uh, uh
(dj on the beat so it’s a—)

[verse]
n*ggas get on y’all ass, y’all get to callin’ other blocks (uh)
lil’ bro say his pole hot, i had to buy another glock
they spint three times out that fi*fin, i gotta buy another hot
you wifin’ that b*tch, had my d*ck all in her lips, that b*tch a thot
i’ma give lil’ bro a ten, they gon’ keep spinnin’ that bend (on my brother)
they been catchin’ hats way before rap, they don’t do it for no trend
n*ggas tellin’ outta town n*ggas that they them n*ggas on they end (lyin’ ass n*ggas)
dude a goofy, his ass a smoothie, we took his ass, thought we was his friend (b*tch ass)
i don’t say it, b*tch i mean it, head tap, i done seen it
heard two hunnid k in that crib, six run in there, go redeem it
he tried to trade a pipe, i’ma take that b*tch, ayy call him, tell him “bring it”
any n*gga ever played with my name, they gon’ die lil’ n*gga, i mean it
ask the last n*gga who played with me, hustle was spinnin’ for days with me
and i know lil deuce won’t snitch, he takin’ that sh*t to the grave with him
detro died, b*tch, we drunk blood together, we don’t save n*ggas
i do hits for real, can’t no n*gga from the trenches say i paid n*ggas
i know this one b*tch from the opps, she did us in a circle
hop out the car out west, they chase him down, he was movin’ slow like a turtle
he say his ass a savage up on the internet, boy his ass a steve urkel
i f*ck b*tches for free, you scam n*ggas, gotta pay these b*tches purses
let him be outside on his block, i’ma slide, i swear i’ma hurt him
these n*ggas ain’t catch no murders, why the f*ck his name omerta?
all you n*ggas goofy as f*ck n*gga, i was in jail with 600 burger
only time your bm got wet for a n*gga is when that lil’ p*ssy was fertile
broke bum*ass n*ggas, ain’t got no money, them n*ggas dirty
i told lil’ bro f*ck that b*tton i need shots, give me a thirty
n*ggas be in them cars with all the opps, we gon’ be spinnin’ all they blocks
we be outside with twenty straps, the police came, they called the cops
we know your type n*gga, you in black and white n*gga
how they sayin’ you savage? you a snitch too ’cause you right with him
how you lookin’ for members and you came through? you shot a hype n*gga
they thought we was sqaushin’ it, we was poppin’ sh*t, goofy, psych n*gga
only n*ggas on the low*end we ain’t spinnin’ on is obn and welch world
everybody else gotta get the belt from me and the real belt boys
he got k!lled in front of his kid, i ain’t gon’ lie, i felt for him
bronem told me stop tweakin’ on this track but i kept goin’
[outro]
my [?]
you know what the f*ck goin’ on man
6300 gang, dmgg n*gga
my brothernem, [?] n*gga
kkk n*gga, seven*deuce sh*t n*gga
long live detro, long live top
glah

- lil zay osama lyrics

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