6: 31 (feat. Finessa31k)

6th street taliban shit
"Yeah Aye shout out lil whoadie shout out KD"
Aye
I take trips from the 6 to the 31
I'm posted up on the 6 with bout 30 guns
And you can't duck your death, bitch it got to come
They trying to play with my life, I am not the one
He saying that he want smoke, give him cancer now
We gone spin every block till they cancel out
All he saw was a flash, now it's cameras out
And everybody survived, lighting candles now

They talking down on my name
But they fanned out

You gone do what to who?
Let me find out

Tried to tell them stop, I'm sending signs now
They don't slide no more them niggas hiding out
They don't try no more we got them dying out
You was laughing with them but you crying now

You want a peace treaty calling time out
Don't want to die today, these niggas tired now

Aye they don't want to ride no more
Slide no more
Bitch they don't want to die no more
Don't cry no more
Don't ask me why no more
Who killed him? I don't know
You say, you gone slide on who?
You must be high, off a pill or something?
Heard you ain't real or nothing
We gone get rid of him
I give the word and they killing him
No I ain't feeling him
Every nigga round me, ready to zip him
I call up lil whoadie to hit him
KD riding with him
You know a nigga fin to die
Somebody momma fin to cry
Ain't nobody fin to slide
They know not to try
Cause they will get blowed down
You know how we roll now
You claim you bout it, bitch you all talk
The system lose them, cause they all talk
When the Pressure on them we don't call off
I know you miss your mans but he got caught

Then we spin again, and get them all off'd
They ain't fucking with you, they gone fall off
Its 2 sides to a story who lying nigga?
I can't tell the story, cause I'm dying with you
Yeah closed casket when that iron hit you
Now your nigga dead and now you lying with them
Pull up to the scene, I got yo attention
Glock out the window, my shooters not missing
You feening for money, your fingers been itching
You ball on a budget, just stay on the benches
Cause I kept my patience, while niggas kept hating
We upped it one time, and that boy got to racing
I fucked her one time, so you know we not dating
Its back to the money, so I gotta chase it
Cause this for my niggas, that's down bad
Came along way, from selling dime bags
I was kicking doors, you was stuck in class
Put the beam on you, ain't no laser tag

Then we spin again, and get them all off'd
They ain't fucking with you, they gone fall off
Its 2 sides to a story, who lying nigga
I can't tell the story, cause I'm dying with you