[Intro]
Team 600 man
Gotta sleep with the gat
Gotta eat with the gat
Can't leave that gat
I love that gat
[Chorus]
I can never lack, go to sleep with the gat
Trust none but I believe in the gat
Me and my bitch go eat with the gat
It's real, shit get deeper than that
Why would I lie? No reasons for that
Six-O shit got seasonal gats
Y'all know how we be with the gat
Hit a lick, kick a door then leave with the gat
I can never lack, go to sleep with the gat
Trust none but I believe in the gat
Me and my bitch go eat with the gat
It's real, shit get deeper than that
Why would I lie? No reasons for that
Six-O shit got seasonal gats
Y'all know how we be with the gat
Hit a lick, kick a door then leave with the gat
[Verse 1]
Homie like "Bro, be easy with that" (Be easy)
I love when it bust like semen in that (Let's get it)
Niggas know me, I be in the trap (I be in the trap)
Like why would I lie? No reasons for that (No reasons for that)
Fuck nigga want beef, I'm squeezing the gat (Bang)
He drop B's, he bound to get whacked (Huh)
On my block where cannon is at (Bang, huh)
On my block where animals at
We been drilling since white tee days (Since white tee days)
I'll shoot a hoe, gat go both ways (Huh)
Bitch, we the Fam, everybody throw treys (Huh)
We don't give a damn, everybody blow a K (We don't give a damn)
Whole city know D-Block ain't safe (D-Block)
L'A Capone at the top of the race (Huh)
Fufu nigga stay out of my shade (Huh)
Up a gat on a lame, give me all that cake (Give me all that cake)
Catch a body, it's a homi', I ain't catchin' no case
I don't need 30, I use that 8 (Huh)
If a nigga throw rakes, six shots to the face (Huh)
Hitters don't play, they'll hit that cake (Huh)
Nah, I'll never rat, keep my mouth duct-taped (Nah)
Fuck what the motherfucking cops gone say (Fuck)
It ain't never too late what the clock gon' say (Huh)
But you should have known better so the Glock gone spray (600)
Now be real with me (Be real)
Niggas ain't really in the field with me (Huh)
And I ain't tryna have to go do 50 (Huh)
So I fuck with real niggas through the city (Huh)
When I ain't in my mood to shoot the semi (Haha, huh)
I go to my room and pour the Remy (Huh)
Got a 100 niggas that's out to get me (Huh)
650 that's riding with me (Huh)
Team 600 man
Gotta sleep with the gat
Gotta eat with the gat
Can't leave that gat
I love that gat
[Chorus]
I can never lack, go to sleep with the gat
Trust none but I believe in the gat
Me and my bitch go eat with the gat
It's real, shit get deeper than that
Why would I lie? No reasons for that
Six-O shit got seasonal gats
Y'all know how we be with the gat
Hit a lick, kick a door then leave with the gat
I can never lack, go to sleep with the gat
Trust none but I believe in the gat
Me and my bitch go eat with the gat
It's real, shit get deeper than that
Why would I lie? No reasons for that
Six-O shit got seasonal gats
Y'all know how we be with the gat
Hit a lick, kick a door then leave with the gat
[Verse 1]
Homie like "Bro, be easy with that" (Be easy)
I love when it bust like semen in that (Let's get it)
Niggas know me, I be in the trap (I be in the trap)
Like why would I lie? No reasons for that (No reasons for that)
Fuck nigga want beef, I'm squeezing the gat (Bang)
He drop B's, he bound to get whacked (Huh)
On my block where cannon is at (Bang, huh)
On my block where animals at
We been drilling since white tee days (Since white tee days)
I'll shoot a hoe, gat go both ways (Huh)
Bitch, we the Fam, everybody throw treys (Huh)
We don't give a damn, everybody blow a K (We don't give a damn)
Whole city know D-Block ain't safe (D-Block)
L'A Capone at the top of the race (Huh)
Fufu nigga stay out of my shade (Huh)
Up a gat on a lame, give me all that cake (Give me all that cake)
Catch a body, it's a homi', I ain't catchin' no case
I don't need 30, I use that 8 (Huh)
If a nigga throw rakes, six shots to the face (Huh)
Hitters don't play, they'll hit that cake (Huh)
Nah, I'll never rat, keep my mouth duct-taped (Nah)
Fuck what the motherfucking cops gone say (Fuck)
It ain't never too late what the clock gon' say (Huh)
But you should have known better so the Glock gone spray (600)
Now be real with me (Be real)
Niggas ain't really in the field with me (Huh)
And I ain't tryna have to go do 50 (Huh)
So I fuck with real niggas through the city (Huh)
When I ain't in my mood to shoot the semi (Haha, huh)
I go to my room and pour the Remy (Huh)
Got a 100 niggas that's out to get me (Huh)
650 that's riding with me (Huh)
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