Lyrics
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61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick and he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his chest with extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run, my Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these b- suckin' d-, they come with us, they using tongues
Pull up in that scat fast, chrome hearts, a fresh tag
Balled a bad b- out and sent her home with a wet a-
N- get to tweakin', we don't think first, we just splat, splat
And I slimed plеnty n- out, I could say slatt, slatt
I'll come to your city for a show
I ain't gon' perform if I don't get Glock through thе door
B-, I'm from the 'Raq, I ain't gon say it's on the floor
HotHead burnin' in my Backwood, that's the only thing I smoke
Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp, Joc pack
Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp, bam gettin' smoked now
Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back, y'all still ain't get y'all get back
Whole city know we with that, first n- caught shit splat
61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick and he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his chest with extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run, my Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these b- suckin' d-, they come with us, they using tongues
