In five seconds, my man about to blow your man's shit all over the floor
Five, four, three, two
Royal, stop playing with these niggas
Wish a nicca would try to run up on me
I'ma eat his fuccin face with this fuccin 48
I'm a fuccin gorilla, you can hear me banging on my fuccin chest
All my niccas stay on point, there ain't no laccin over here
In the green beam, bitch, I stay on f*cking gold
At Racetracc, bitch, you know I gotta get the double cup
Bitch, I'm bout to pour up I'm good in my fuccin hood
I can walk through there day and night
It's the star of my motherf*cking blitz
Shoot them in the brain, I spread it like some damn grits
Before I leave the crowd, always got my grit
If you ask me where I'm from, bitch, I'm Neighborhood Crip
Me and Chrome just left Racetrack
Pull up on your blocc, bet I let them things clap
I look at your head, make a skull cracc
Dark skin, ho, yeah, that ass fat
Bitch, stop playing, throw that ass bacc
Drop my shit, have a nigga slump
Stop, baby, that's where I'm from
Gun jam, muhf*cka, where that f*cking drunk
Sixowe the biggest, we number one
Pussy nigga bluffing, he ain't got no f*cking gun
And why the Fucc nigga think shit again
Take the bag, I don't need the fame
Ballin' on it like Lebron James
Don't try to run, cause I got aim
I don't do this shit, just send a drug
Stand up with the Gloccs, try to run, get your face popped
Bitch, I'm right here, I don't talk to cops
If I need to play, call up J-Rocc
Sixowe the biggest
Sixowe the biggest
Sixowe the biggest
Call up Mello, he with it
She gon' pop it
She gon' drop it
You hang around with opp boys, can't spill it to your noggin
I'm a crip nicca, don't got gun, put a locc inside a soccet
He duccing out, he honey, but I'm the bread inside his poccet
Hold on, poccet
Hold on, roccet
Hold on, stop it
Hold on, chop it
Hold up, this double cup got Tris on my wallet
Lose her, don't give a fucc, I know she not solid
Who that big body Benz
Ay bro, big's a man, he a star baby
He poppin' shit, that's baby twin button
Lesson discussion, Sixowe for the win
Locc it, won't go for nothing
Sixowe for the win
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In five seconds, my man about to blow your man's shit all over the floor
Five, four, three, two
Royal, stop playing with these niggas
Wish a nicca would try to run up on me
I'ma eat his fuccin face with this fuccin 48
I'm a fuccin gorilla, you can hear me banging on my fuccin chest
All my niccas stay on point, there ain't no laccin over here
In the green beam, bitch, I stay on f*cking gold
At Racetracc, bitch, you know I gotta get the double cup
Bitch, I'm bout to pour up I'm good in my fuccin hood
I can walk through there day and night
It's the star of my motherf*cking blitz
Shoot them in the brain, I spread it like some damn grits
Before I leave the crowd, always got my grit
If you ask me where I'm from, bitch, I'm Neighborhood Crip
Me and Chrome just left Racetrack
Pull up on your blocc, bet I let them things clap
I look at your head, make a skull cracc
Dark skin, ho, yeah, that ass fat
Bitch, stop playing, throw that ass bacc
Drop my shit, have a nigga slump
Stop, baby, that's where I'm from
Gun jam, muhf*cka, where that f*cking drunk
Sixowe the biggest, we number one
Pussy nigga bluffing, he ain't got no f*cking gun
And why the Fucc nigga think shit again
Take the bag, I don't need the fame
Ballin' on it like Lebron James
Don't try to run, cause I got aim
I don't do this shit, just send a drug
Stand up with the Gloccs, try to run, get your face popped
Bitch, I'm right here, I don't talk to cops
If I need to play, call up J-Rocc
Sixowe the biggest
Sixowe the biggest
Sixowe the biggest
Call up Mello, he with it
She gon' pop it
She gon' drop it
You hang around with opp boys, can't spill it to your noggin
I'm a crip nicca, don't got gun, put a locc inside a soccet
He duccing out, he honey, but I'm the bread inside his poccet
Hold on, poccet
Hold on, roccet
Hold on, stop it
Hold on, chop it
Hold up, this double cup got Tris on my wallet
Lose her, don't give a fucc, I know she not solid
Who that big body Benz
Ay bro, big's a man, he a star baby
He poppin' shit, that's baby twin button
Lesson discussion, Sixowe for the win
Locc it, won't go for nothing
Sixowe for the win
Five, four, three, two
Royal, stop playing with these niggas
Wish a nicca would try to run up on me
I'ma eat his fuccin face with this fuccin 48
I'm a fuccin gorilla, you can hear me banging on my fuccin chest
All my niccas stay on point, there ain't no laccin over here
In the green beam, bitch, I stay on f*cking gold
At Racetracc, bitch, you know I gotta get the double cup
Bitch, I'm bout to pour up I'm good in my fuccin hood
I can walk through there day and night
It's the star of my motherf*cking blitz
Shoot them in the brain, I spread it like some damn grits
Before I leave the crowd, always got my grit
If you ask me where I'm from, bitch, I'm Neighborhood Crip
Me and Chrome just left Racetrack
Pull up on your blocc, bet I let them things clap
I look at your head, make a skull cracc
Dark skin, ho, yeah, that ass fat
Bitch, stop playing, throw that ass bacc
Drop my shit, have a nigga slump
Stop, baby, that's where I'm from
Gun jam, muhf*cka, where that f*cking drunk
Sixowe the biggest, we number one
Pussy nigga bluffing, he ain't got no f*cking gun
And why the Fucc nigga think shit again
Take the bag, I don't need the fame
Ballin' on it like Lebron James
Don't try to run, cause I got aim
I don't do this shit, just send a drug
Stand up with the Gloccs, try to run, get your face popped
Bitch, I'm right here, I don't talk to cops
If I need to play, call up J-Rocc
Sixowe the biggest
Sixowe the biggest
Sixowe the biggest
Call up Mello, he with it
She gon' pop it
She gon' drop it
You hang around with opp boys, can't spill it to your noggin
I'm a crip nicca, don't got gun, put a locc inside a soccet
He duccing out, he honey, but I'm the bread inside his poccet
Hold on, poccet
Hold on, roccet
Hold on, stop it
Hold on, chop it
Hold up, this double cup got Tris on my wallet
Lose her, don't give a fucc, I know she not solid
Who that big body Benz
Ay bro, big's a man, he a star baby
He poppin' shit, that's baby twin button
Lesson discussion, Sixowe for the win
Locc it, won't go for nothing
Sixowe for the win
Writer: Chrome Chrome
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid