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letra de colors remix - tay 600

[hook]:

tote that stick while i get high
from the six, i ain’t never had to d-ck ride
a lot of shootouts on the drive better pick sides
ain’t no changing on yo’ gang, you can’t switch sides
i’m a bd, i f-ck with gangsters
get out of line, and i’ma hang ya
ain’t no rap sh-t, b-tch we gang bangers
know some real rough city n-ggas that’ll paint ya

[verse i]:
remember i couldn’t even drive now i got the keys
posted on the drive, rip my n-gga steve
tell that b-tch if she ain’t f-ckin’ then she gotta leave
throwin’ up them “b’s”, and i rep them “c’s”
i knew blood, i knew cap
shoot them slugs where you nap
don’t want smoke then get back
in the club with them straps
ask about the gang, we ain’t for nun don’t get clapped
catch you in the streets don’t try to run, it’s a rap
i was really posted on that corner, me and d thang
now that la dead, i wear his ashes on a key-chain
i can’t pop no “x” it make me tweak, i think i see things
go and ask the opps they -ss was hiding when odee came
f-ck n-ggas know how we came
shoot with the stick like d-gainz
b-tch i ball like dwayne
slide with the tec, ion’t need aim
pull up with the stick, and i won’t miss now he in deep pain
soon as i get that rollie i’ma flood it, i can’t be plain ayee

[hook]:
tote that stick while get high
from the six, i ain’t never had to d-ck ride
a lot of shootouts on the drive better pick sides
ain’t no changing on yo’ gang, you can’t switch sides
i’m a bd, i f-ck with gangsters
get out of line, and i’ma hang ya
ain’t no rap sh-t, b-tch we gang bangers
know some real rough city n-ggas that’ll paint ya

[verse ii]:
you can catch me at mandrake f-ckin’ with dc
i might pull up on lil’ sam, and f-ck with bvc
and i know a couple k!llers from the buff dog
but i got a lot of k!llers that’s from amg
hitters with me when i move just from “a” to “b”
they gon’ get up on yo’ -ss if you play with me
if a n-gga want to tweak, i got that “k” with me
this gon’ make a n-gga think what he gon’ say to me
b-tch i’m out here on that grind, like ya’ll ain’t ate in weeks
i just mixed that xanny with that drank, i’m going straight to sleep
teacher told me i’d be dead, ain’t have no faith in me
now that b-tch she want to f-ck, and go on dates with me
raised up in the six, but where i was born i come from the low-end
i been earned my stripes, you know i’m good i’m posted on both ends
i can’t f-ck with snakes, once you cross the line you know that it’s yo’ end
just don’t let me catch you stealing sh-t, we cuttin’ off yo’ hands
family full of dealers, since i was young i’ve been around “low hand”
pull up on a opp i’m aimin’ my gun, i’m shootin’ with both hands
remember i was broke, now everyday i walk with like four bands
can’t say you a snitch with no paperwork, ’cause it won’t stand
b-tch i put in work like i got four hands
since i was thirteen had my forty tight
hands, and kiddo posted they on 49th
say he want some smoke well tell him blow his pipe
gang-bang in the day, so on them drills i used to go at night
don’t care ’bout what he say he gon’ do, b-tch i’m the show me type
big bro told me when you shoot that gun make sure you hold it right
ride up on them with them new york k!llers, make them “zo” ya life

[hook]:
tote that stick while i get high
from the six, i ain’t never had to d-ck ride
a lot of shootouts on the drive better pick sides
ain’t no changing on yo’ gang, you can’t switch sides
i’m a bd, i f-ck with gangsters
get out of line, and i’ma hang ya
ain’t no rap sh-t, b-tch we gang bangers
know some real rough city n-ggas that’ll paint ya

[outro]:
up this .30 make these n-ggas move out
raised up in the jungle bring the zoo out
pull up on yo’ block you gon’ lose out
hit his -ss with that fifty round ’til he ooze out

- tay 600

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