6locc 6a6y (feat. NLE Choppa) - Remix

Tommy Franco make it bang though
Ayy
Ayy (bitch)
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what
32 shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)

Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what
32 shot, Glock baby, ayy (Glock baby)

Bad ass kids, we was racin' with the streetlight (what?)
Brand new 'fit, got a Glock with the G Nikes (skrrt)
Fresh white tee with a creased pair of Levis
Real ass Crip, I'll never ever be slime (hell nah)

Fake ass bitch, she'll never ever be mine (never that)
Cut a hoe off, we don't love these felines (no cap)
No conversation, he ain't got a stick (what)
If this get 'scalated, I'ma shoot mine quick (baow)
Big four-five push through a nigga shit (pit back)

Focused on the money
We ain't beefin' 'bout a bitch (hell nah, hell nah)
I'm a block baby with a six (what?)
I'm a cheat code, nigga, I'm a glitch (no cap)
Throw me in the game and I'm bound to get rich
Niggas turned ho, said why them nigga switch (why?)
So many times a nigga could've been a lick (no cap)
I'ma wet a nigga up, leave his whole body drenched (yeah)

Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what
32 shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)

Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what (ayy)
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what (brr)
32 shot, Glock baby (Glock baby, ayy)

Catch me on the block with some grays, ten tray
And you know a nigga Crip from the M to L.A
Anywhere, any day, we gon' spray choppas
Got my nana lay, we gon' put the nigga in the grave
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout
Walk up to 'em and walk 'em down

Early form up, AS arrival
Hit 'em in their damn mouth
Standin' on the block with the gang in this bitch
Got my fag on the lift and I'm letting it rain
Draco bounce it to the right and to the left
I like the Glizzy better 'cause I got, ayy

Shit back 'em up, bullets mock 'em up
He talkin' too much, I left me a stain
We ain't doin' water water, shooters for a thought up
Bitch, you know we aim at your brain

Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what
32 shot, Glock baby, uh (Glock baby)

Catch me on the block, block baby, block baby, what
Catch me on the block, block baby, uh (bitch)
32 shot, Glock baby, Glock baby, what
32 shot, Glock baby (Glock baby)

Walk in the party, I just bought a stick (what)
Got a new Glock to go with my new 'fit (new 'fit)
Niggas keep talking, I'm shooting this shit
Fuck a post up, my nigga comin' right quick (no cap)
My niggas gon' jam a J special quick (J special)

Nigga keep talking, we come with them glicks (what)
Roll, roll, roll, roll down the street (ooh)
Got me a chop and a .223 (ooh)
F&N's coming, they blowin' his feet
No, blowin' his head 'cause I'm aimin' for teeth (no cap)
Nigga, what's up, I'm gon' aim for the cheeks (yeah)

Ooh, big smoke, ayy
Big dope smoke and I got it in the back
Brother told me, go get me a rack (go get it)
So I went and got a pack and I made it right back
Had to make this shit double 'cause I got it like that, what
I got the dope in the kitchen (no cap)

My niggas just wanna get millions, ayy
They see a young nigga gon' make it (no cap)
So they feelin' like they can go get it, ayy
My brother in the ground, nigga, skeleton and bones
And my uncle doing life, he ain't never comin' home (no cap)
This shit really crazy, couldn't feel 'em, gettin' stoned
And these niggas don't know 'cause my mind really gone



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Writer(s): Dashawn Robertson, Thomas Brammer
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