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letra de free da whole 6 - yung wardy

[intro]
free ghetto, n-gga
bet a n-gga gon’ die
free the whole 6, n-gga (nah, for real)
nah, for real

[chorus]
bet a n-gga gon’ die if he speak on the 6
n-ggas don’t even know i did sh-t for the men
who the f-ck is you, n-gga? i ain’t takin’ no fl!ck
b-tch, i’m really a vet, quickdraw off the hip
hear my name in a song, where the f-ck is your stats?
outside with the men ’cause we catchin’ the hats
he got shot in his chest, n-gga ran out of mats
he ain’t really a driver, his dumb ass met
i’m really a robber that really get busy
murder opps, ain’t nothin’, gеt down to the city
hop out, he had caught me for a lil’ glizzy
all thеse rap n-ggas dyin’, ’bout to turn up the city
drop sh-t on these n-ggas, the f-ck? i don’t miss
the beef gettin’ real, got bent out a lyft
only thing that i’m duckin’ you know is the bl!cks
lookin’ down through the cutlass, you beef with a switch

[verse]
say my name in a song, got a shot on his house
this sh-t ain’t no cap too, i can get vouched
what the f-ck is the hood? i don’t know what they ’bout
they timid like sh-t, man, them young n-ggas mouse
if i ever get set, then i’m k!llin’ the ho
that rap n-gga died, n-gga died for a coat
rakkionz keep dissin’, can’t wait ’til he go
i’m not tryna rap beef, f-ck is you, slow?
n-gga, get the f-ck, why you all in my mentions?
know them n-ggas mad i’m smokin’ they ticket
why the f-ck you not? i’m sayin’ you been did
sh-t hit his chest, n-gga needed stitches
i’m takin’ him down for his watch, it was bl!ckin’
n-ggas goofy and sh-t, they be dyin’ for b-tches
have b jump out with that drill, caught a pendant
n-gga can’t drop a name, naw, n-gga, that’s tellin’
[interlude]
naw, n-gga, that’s tellin’, free all the members
n-gga, f-ck tak6dwn, i’ma keep sayin’ it, huh?
baow, baow, baow, baow
come on, come on, come on

[chorus]
bet a n-gga gon’ die if he speak on the 6
n-ggas don’t even know i did sh-t for the men
who the f-ck is you, n-gga? i ain’t takin’ no fl!ck
b-tch, i’m really a vet, quickdraw off the hip
hear my name in a song, where the f-ck is your stats?
outside with the men ’cause we catchin’ the hats
he got shot in his chest, n-gga ran out of mats
he ain’t really a driver, his dumb ass met
i’m really a robber that really get busy
murder opps, ain’t nothin’, get down to the city
hop out, he had caught me for a lil’ glizzy
all these rap n-ggas dyin’, ’bout to turn up the city
drop sh-t on these n-ggas, the f-ck? i don’t miss
the beef gettin’ real, got bent out a lyft
only thing that i’m duckin’ you know is the bl!cks
lookin’ down through the cutlass, you beef with a switch

[outro]
naw, for real
free the whole 6, n-gga
free ghetto

- yung wardy

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