Lyrics to 6.2 Music
Ayy, uh, ayy, niggas bussin just like Mr. Bigs
Count the guap, go load the chop and hit the block and split a wig
High speed on the Knox, this kind of shop, we like to butcher pigs
Can't speak on what we did, fuck that shit, free Fizz
Count the wax and go and stand on bizz
I just got a switch up on my glock and whip shit like a kid
I just got the news, that niggas gone, he dead, I did a jig
Shh, be quiet, get the drop and smoke him like a cig
Shh, stop hiding, come outside 'cause we know where you live
Gah, gang, that SRT music
That shit that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shooing
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (Skrr Skrr)
What you slidin' in? Bitch, a SRT (Skrr Skrr)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Broadie nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads crackin' shit got codes to all jeeps
Yea trappin' and rappin' and makin' it happen
My niggas don't do no scams
Cookin' that pot up in that kitchen
They call them Auntie Pam
If my side hoe nigga catch her cheating
I don't think his ass gon' care
He know I'm rich, lit, and pushin' P
Niggas can't fuck with us
I put CC right on my bitch, and she bangin' like a creep
Same thing I'm gon' do to my bitch, I'ma do it to my blick
Switch it up, buy her some titties, have her lookin' pretty
Soon as it get wet, I'ma squeeze, let it bust on niggas
Bitch, I come straight from the street, used to re-up twice a week
Niggas need to get on they feet, how the fuck you tryna beef
Think I went to school for weed? Touchdown, go green
I'm a rap trap street nigga from the court, on the court seats
I'm the one that trick off on the hoe that's if she love me
Niggas post up on the block I come through clear the whole scene
I got switches, I got autos, I got chops, the whole thing
And if you wanna make yo money, nigga, cop a whole P
And if you wanna flip yo profit, nigga, get yo packs gone
762 broke his bone, that nigga died outside his home
Say this that Hellcat music, slide by myself when I'm alone
Me and my white boys off them pills like Charlie Sheen bitch we gone
Gah, gang, that SRT music
That shit that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shooing
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (Skrr Skrr)
What you slidin' in? Bitch, a SRT (Skrr Skrr)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Broadie nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads crackin' shit got codes to all jeeps
Count the guap, go load the chop and hit the block and split a wig
High speed on the Knox, this kind of shop, we like to butcher pigs
Can't speak on what we did, fuck that shit, free Fizz
Count the wax and go and stand on bizz
I just got a switch up on my glock and whip shit like a kid
I just got the news, that niggas gone, he dead, I did a jig
Shh, be quiet, get the drop and smoke him like a cig
Shh, stop hiding, come outside 'cause we know where you live
Gah, gang, that SRT music
That shit that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shooing
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (Skrr Skrr)
What you slidin' in? Bitch, a SRT (Skrr Skrr)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Broadie nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads crackin' shit got codes to all jeeps
Yea trappin' and rappin' and makin' it happen
My niggas don't do no scams
Cookin' that pot up in that kitchen
They call them Auntie Pam
If my side hoe nigga catch her cheating
I don't think his ass gon' care
He know I'm rich, lit, and pushin' P
Niggas can't fuck with us
I put CC right on my bitch, and she bangin' like a creep
Same thing I'm gon' do to my bitch, I'ma do it to my blick
Switch it up, buy her some titties, have her lookin' pretty
Soon as it get wet, I'ma squeeze, let it bust on niggas
Bitch, I come straight from the street, used to re-up twice a week
Niggas need to get on they feet, how the fuck you tryna beef
Think I went to school for weed? Touchdown, go green
I'm a rap trap street nigga from the court, on the court seats
I'm the one that trick off on the hoe that's if she love me
Niggas post up on the block I come through clear the whole scene
I got switches, I got autos, I got chops, the whole thing
And if you wanna make yo money, nigga, cop a whole P
And if you wanna flip yo profit, nigga, get yo packs gone
762 broke his bone, that nigga died outside his home
Say this that Hellcat music, slide by myself when I'm alone
Me and my white boys off them pills like Charlie Sheen bitch we gone
Gah, gang, that SRT music
That shit that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That shit that make you wanna see your mans and get to shooing
That shit that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (Skrr Skrr)
What you slidin' in? Bitch, a SRT (Skrr Skrr)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Broadie nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads crackin' shit got codes to all jeeps
