6K Lyrics by Lil Zay Osama
On foenem (On fonem grave, [?])
6300 ***, DMGG
On my brother grave (Go, go)
([?])
You know how the *** we comin’ ***
Uh, uh, uh
(DJ on the beat so it’s a—)
Niggas 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 ***, had my *** all in her lips, that *** a ***
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
Niggas tellin’ outta town niggas that they them niggas on they end (Lyin’ ass niggas)
Dude a goofy, his ass a smoothie, we took his ass, thought we was his friend (*** ass)
I don’t say it, *** 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 ***, ayy call him, tell him “Bring it”
Any *** ever played with my name, they gon’ die lil’ ***, I mean it
Ask the last *** who played with me, Hustle was spinnin’ for days with me
And I know Lil Deuce won’t snitch, he takin’ that *** to the grave with him
Detro died, ***, we drunk blood together, we don’t save niggas
I do hits for real, can’t no *** from the trenches say I paid niggas
I know this one *** 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 *** *** for free, you *** niggas, gotta pay these *** purses
Let him be outside on his block, I’ma slide, I swear I’ma hurt him
These niggas ain’t catch no murders, why the *** his name Omerta?
All you niggas goofy as *** ***, I was in jail with 600 Burger
Only time your BM got wet for a *** is when that lil’ *** was fertile
Broke bum-ass niggas, ain’t got no money, them niggas dirty
I told lil’ bro *** that button I need shots, give me a thirty
Niggas 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 ***, you in black and white ***
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 ***
They thought we was sqaushin’ it, we was poppin’ ***, goofy, psych ***
Only niggas 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 killed 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’
My [?]
You know what the *** goin’ on man
6300 Gang, DMGG ***
My brothernem, [?] ***
KKK ***, seven-deuce *** ***
Long live Detro, long live Top
Glah