[Intro: 50 Wiz]
Six
Shit, you know
You know Torch Gang, nigga (Torch, know Stuzzy does it, heeheehee)
Fuck nigga, Torch Gang shit, nigga (GonnaRob)
Me, myself and I, freestyle
[Verse 1: 50 Wiz]
Ayy, I told her, "We could fuck, but I'm not with the kissin'" (Nah)
Facedown, yeah, I want your ass to the ceiling (Go)
Yeah, my brother like Curry, he don't do no missin' (No)
Keep my eyes on alert, everything look suspicious (Keep my pistol now)
Had to cut niggas off, they ain't see my vision
Ayy, she from the eight, she work at Piccadillys ('Dillys)
And she suck dick while she laughin', she silly
I told her come jump in the water, Free Willy
Yeah, you know, big Crip, but I cold call up a few Billies (Genie)
Walk notorious North, no Biggie (Myself)
Plus my chopper, it got some titties (Nah)
Ayy, thirty-six, thirty, now we is convicted (Let's go)
My opps wear fitted, now how I'm gon' miss 'em?
Ayy, dropped that bag right 'cause bro gon' kill 'em
Ayy, cut that shit off, I was listenin' to killers (Nah)
Man, boy, you a bitch, did you hang with my sister?
All I need is my pistol, I ain't never need no ho
Don't believe in 'em, boys ain't killers (They not), we got packs from the four and the O (Yeah)
My losses finally turned to blessings, I'm in the studio now with Coke
Man, I ain't gon' lie, I made that shit look good back then, but I was broke (Turn it up)
I used to be broke than a motherfucker, now I got double G on my belt buckle
Bitch, I'm a baller like I was at Rutgers
Ayy, real gravedigger, I keep a shovel
You ain't come from the bottom, don't know 'bout the humble
Had to break in the crib just to feed your lil' brother
Turn to a hot nigga like Bobby Shmurda
She had gave me her love and I knew I was gon' hurt her (Go)
Six
Shit, you know
You know Torch Gang, nigga (Torch, know Stuzzy does it, heeheehee)
Fuck nigga, Torch Gang shit, nigga (GonnaRob)
Me, myself and I, freestyle
[Verse 1: 50 Wiz]
Ayy, I told her, "We could fuck, but I'm not with the kissin'" (Nah)
Facedown, yeah, I want your ass to the ceiling (Go)
Yeah, my brother like Curry, he don't do no missin' (No)
Keep my eyes on alert, everything look suspicious (Keep my pistol now)
Had to cut niggas off, they ain't see my vision
Ayy, she from the eight, she work at Piccadillys ('Dillys)
And she suck dick while she laughin', she silly
I told her come jump in the water, Free Willy
Yeah, you know, big Crip, but I cold call up a few Billies (Genie)
Walk notorious North, no Biggie (Myself)
Plus my chopper, it got some titties (Nah)
Ayy, thirty-six, thirty, now we is convicted (Let's go)
My opps wear fitted, now how I'm gon' miss 'em?
Ayy, dropped that bag right 'cause bro gon' kill 'em
Ayy, cut that shit off, I was listenin' to killers (Nah)
Man, boy, you a bitch, did you hang with my sister?
All I need is my pistol, I ain't never need no ho
Don't believe in 'em, boys ain't killers (They not), we got packs from the four and the O (Yeah)
My losses finally turned to blessings, I'm in the studio now with Coke
Man, I ain't gon' lie, I made that shit look good back then, but I was broke (Turn it up)
I used to be broke than a motherfucker, now I got double G on my belt buckle
Bitch, I'm a baller like I was at Rutgers
Ayy, real gravedigger, I keep a shovel
You ain't come from the bottom, don't know 'bout the humble
Had to break in the crib just to feed your lil' brother
Turn to a hot nigga like Bobby Shmurda
She had gave me her love and I knew I was gon' hurt her (Go)
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