6 House (feat. 42 Dugg)
Taking turns
Man, you ain't gotta ask me where I'm from (Matt, what up?)
This zone
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga (Yeah)
I got somе bitches I been fucked that I won't talk about
I put this shoebox on his hеad, I bet they step on him and walk him down
I'm from Atlanta, westside nigga, bitch, don't play around
I got them J's at the door, so I keep my K around
These bitches slicker than oil, and they like to play around
She want a car, but how I know this bitch gonna stay around?
I know Lil Glock gonna gun 'em down, that boy don't play around
I know Lil Glock gonna gun 'em down, that boy don't play around
He got murder stuck on his head hot, they want him dead, why?
Don't waste your money on no vest, we sending headshots
SVR came with 550, gotta get that red-eye
Went and got my truck windows tinted, seein' nothin' but lead fly
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga
All these bitches, they be dick sucking
Ho, keep it moving, you ain't getting nothing
Bro get the pussy, I'ma get the head
Yeah, we switching, bitch, you ever heard of Simon Says?
Plea to probation, but they gave my youngin time instead
Six state, nine feds all from the mess
Switch planes, found 'em dead, another man's plan
28 a boy Cookie and I'm throwing Xans
Play my nigga like he was Tookie, got me hoing fans
And I ain't talking about no app, but yeah, I'm showing grams
If you ever catch me lacking, nigga do the most
'Cause if I tell him it's a package, he gonna get you gone
Where you from?
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga
If she a bad bitch, we switching her— yeah— yeah— yeah—
I got some bitches I been fucked that I won't talk about
And— And when he call us for the minimum
I— I— I know Lil Glock gonna gun 'em down, that boy don't play around
And— And when I call, I want ten of them
I— I— I put this shoebox on his head, I bet they step on him and walk him down
Shout— Shout— Shout out Rico, yeah, he sending them
Not slow, bitch as soon as he get 'em in, yeah, yeah
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga
Man, you ain't gotta ask me where I'm from (Matt, what up?)
This zone
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga (Yeah)
I got somе bitches I been fucked that I won't talk about
I put this shoebox on his hеad, I bet they step on him and walk him down
I'm from Atlanta, westside nigga, bitch, don't play around
I got them J's at the door, so I keep my K around
These bitches slicker than oil, and they like to play around
She want a car, but how I know this bitch gonna stay around?
I know Lil Glock gonna gun 'em down, that boy don't play around
I know Lil Glock gonna gun 'em down, that boy don't play around
He got murder stuck on his head hot, they want him dead, why?
Don't waste your money on no vest, we sending headshots
SVR came with 550, gotta get that red-eye
Went and got my truck windows tinted, seein' nothin' but lead fly
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga
All these bitches, they be dick sucking
Ho, keep it moving, you ain't getting nothing
Bro get the pussy, I'ma get the head
Yeah, we switching, bitch, you ever heard of Simon Says?
Plea to probation, but they gave my youngin time instead
Six state, nine feds all from the mess
Switch planes, found 'em dead, another man's plan
28 a boy Cookie and I'm throwing Xans
Play my nigga like he was Tookie, got me hoing fans
And I ain't talking about no app, but yeah, I'm showing grams
If you ever catch me lacking, nigga do the most
'Cause if I tell him it's a package, he gonna get you gone
Where you from?
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga
If she a bad bitch, we switching her— yeah— yeah— yeah—
I got some bitches I been fucked that I won't talk about
And— And when he call us for the minimum
I— I— I know Lil Glock gonna gun 'em down, that boy don't play around
And— And when I call, I want ten of them
I— I— I put this shoebox on his head, I bet they step on him and walk him down
Shout— Shout— Shout out Rico, yeah, he sending them
Not slow, bitch as soon as he get 'em in, yeah, yeah
Wayburn, Whittier (Six House)
If she a bad bitch, we switching her (At your bitch house)
And these lames, we get rid of them (Bap, bap)
All these little niggas pitiful (Haha)
Campbellton, Simpson (Westside, nigga)
On the block right in them trenches where the best die with 'em
Keep that pole on my side, I can't trust how I would've
Rest in peace to Marlo, long live a westside nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Tremarcus Johnson
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