Since 06
Yeah
Since O Six, O Six
Nigga
Since O Six, O Six
Yeah, nigga, AYE
We was takin' niggas hoes, runnin' up the road
Goin' in the sto's, turnin' giffies into pros nigga
Comin' back home, playin' crazy in the advanced building
Coppin' white sticks with the transition
Now its white sticks with the clear lenses
Bad hoes get rear ended
I ain't got no fear in me, it's fuck niggas clearly
Niggas act like hoes when they hoes get to teamin'
Still a hit the set and leave my left pocket in Neiman's
When the Faygo went for 59 cent, I was Prada coppin
In Fort Lauderdale, shoppin' corns with my Rasta partner
If I had to get 'em home to you, that's 11-5
Know a couple self-proclaimed real niggas that testified
I ain't never testified, I ain't never left the guys
I take all the fades, and I bet the sides
I done banged out the bando and got it weatherized
I done shot 'em down 94 and 75
TV Johnny did the red wing
Wachler did the turtle chains
Shant blew the carti out, and about a hundred frames
They ain't hit Scottdale, they ain't been to humboldt
They ain't whip no sauce to snatch Twinkies out the Suncoast
Remember when I used to have to stretch a band out
Now the foreign so spacious, I can stretch my legs out
Shorty conversation, dry, but she got a wet mouth
I just get the head out of her and then head out
Since O Six, O Six
Yeah,
Since O Six, O Six
Nigga
Since O Six, O Six
Bitch
Since O Six, O Six
Ayy
Chain on the dresser laying next to the loaf
Embosser or vac seal, I'll do them both
Don't make me call Big Cuz, you know he do the most
This ain't no flower from round here, boy, we do the coast
Come and hang with a boss, I'll teach you the ropes
We been balling so long, hope they keeping the score
Spin move, and 1 yeah, got one coach
Pro hop and throw it up, make sure you box out, though
Is you rolling, bitch, I might be
Fish scales like a Pisces
Chili fries with some sliced cheese and a bright sleeve
Pointers make a point in my direction like, is that fleez
Pointing up the pack cause it's so thrax, I had to tax these
All the gold frozen, had the coldest hoes since latch key
Dinner with the plug, pollo mole with the black beans
Sitting outside the club till the promoter bring the back end
You know I ain't cappin', I done had that bag in
Since O Six, O Six
Yeah,
Since O Six, O Six
Nigga
Since O Six, O Six
Bitch
Since O Six, O Six
Since O Six, O Six
Nigga
Since O Six, O Six
Yeah, nigga, AYE
We was takin' niggas hoes, runnin' up the road
Goin' in the sto's, turnin' giffies into pros nigga
Comin' back home, playin' crazy in the advanced building
Coppin' white sticks with the transition
Now its white sticks with the clear lenses
Bad hoes get rear ended
I ain't got no fear in me, it's fuck niggas clearly
Niggas act like hoes when they hoes get to teamin'
Still a hit the set and leave my left pocket in Neiman's
When the Faygo went for 59 cent, I was Prada coppin
In Fort Lauderdale, shoppin' corns with my Rasta partner
If I had to get 'em home to you, that's 11-5
Know a couple self-proclaimed real niggas that testified
I ain't never testified, I ain't never left the guys
I take all the fades, and I bet the sides
I done banged out the bando and got it weatherized
I done shot 'em down 94 and 75
TV Johnny did the red wing
Wachler did the turtle chains
Shant blew the carti out, and about a hundred frames
They ain't hit Scottdale, they ain't been to humboldt
They ain't whip no sauce to snatch Twinkies out the Suncoast
Remember when I used to have to stretch a band out
Now the foreign so spacious, I can stretch my legs out
Shorty conversation, dry, but she got a wet mouth
I just get the head out of her and then head out
Since O Six, O Six
Yeah,
Since O Six, O Six
Nigga
Since O Six, O Six
Bitch
Since O Six, O Six
Ayy
Chain on the dresser laying next to the loaf
Embosser or vac seal, I'll do them both
Don't make me call Big Cuz, you know he do the most
This ain't no flower from round here, boy, we do the coast
Come and hang with a boss, I'll teach you the ropes
We been balling so long, hope they keeping the score
Spin move, and 1 yeah, got one coach
Pro hop and throw it up, make sure you box out, though
Is you rolling, bitch, I might be
Fish scales like a Pisces
Chili fries with some sliced cheese and a bright sleeve
Pointers make a point in my direction like, is that fleez
Pointing up the pack cause it's so thrax, I had to tax these
All the gold frozen, had the coldest hoes since latch key
Dinner with the plug, pollo mole with the black beans
Sitting outside the club till the promoter bring the back end
You know I ain't cappin', I done had that bag in
Since O Six, O Six
Yeah,
Since O Six, O Six
Nigga
Since O Six, O Six
Bitch
Since O Six, O Six
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