CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sleazy Flow (Remix)
I ain't sparin' sh*t on this b*t*h I ain't gon' lie
Aye GMK
If KTA f**k with Y&R, then they're all rats
If Winnie the Pooh get on the stand, and n***a I'm gon' call that
6Block, tell 'em how we get up close, we face sh*t
Y'all can ask La Cracka, he the one who got his face hit
A n***a ran down did Osama like Obama 'nem
Keep 'bout 2-3 Glocks inside the car, even with my momma 'nem (Aye, aye)
Its 32 shots inside this car, 'cause I got one Shotz inside my wood
And a n***a named Tay Shotzz posted in the back, with 30 clip all black hood
Run from a opp, n***as wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp n***as wanna be famous, take em out the rap game, put 'em in a wood
Lets talk some real facts, the only n***a gettin money was Lil' Mitch a**
Stood over him and now he dead, with his b*t*h a**
Backstreet just f**ked him a opp hoe, with her thick a**
Ace collectin bodies outta state, with his slick a**
I can't smoke 6 so i gotta smoke 8
Mix in the Netri, sprinkle the Dank
N***a know I'm a shark, come jump in my tank
Still flip a n***a car like back in the day
What about Teki?
What about Nine?
What about Bim?
What about Spaazz?
What about Mookie?
Talkin' 'bout the n***a who hopped in the car and he crashed
Talkin' 'bout NHG, you talkin' bout a n***a gon' hop out, get on your a**
Talkin' 'bout ATK, gon' run down sh*t and face 'em with no mask
Talkin' 'bout anything what we bang, better [?] a**ed out, laid in the gra**
We put switches on the Glocks we shootin', they too fast
Why them opps look like they 'bout to eat? Knock off the breadwinner
Chopper make a n***a lean, just like he got red in him
I don't f**k with none of these rappers, all of 'em b*t*h and green
Don't put me in no mix of sh*t, I'm steppin' on sh*t you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips and red beams
I got blood on my Amiris
They gon drop your case at first appearance
None of these b*t*h a** n***as, can't take them serious, them n***as ain't scaring me
N***as won't pick no side, boys gon' die, because they in between
Opp hoe sister choosin' me
We don't condone no foolery
She said she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be
She say ain't no paper over there, sh*t, she barely eat
Them n***as keep on dying inside the 6, them n***as barely breathing (Stay alive)
Aye GMK
If KTA f**k with Y&R, then they're all rats
If Winnie the Pooh get on the stand, and n***a I'm gon' call that
6Block, tell 'em how we get up close, we face sh*t
Y'all can ask La Cracka, he the one who got his face hit
A n***a ran down did Osama like Obama 'nem
Keep 'bout 2-3 Glocks inside the car, even with my momma 'nem (Aye, aye)
Its 32 shots inside this car, 'cause I got one Shotz inside my wood
And a n***a named Tay Shotzz posted in the back, with 30 clip all black hood
Run from a opp, n***as wish we would
Wanna be gang, they wish they could
All these opp n***as wanna be famous, take em out the rap game, put 'em in a wood
Lets talk some real facts, the only n***a gettin money was Lil' Mitch a**
Stood over him and now he dead, with his b*t*h a**
Backstreet just f**ked him a opp hoe, with her thick a**
Ace collectin bodies outta state, with his slick a**
I can't smoke 6 so i gotta smoke 8
Mix in the Netri, sprinkle the Dank
N***a know I'm a shark, come jump in my tank
Still flip a n***a car like back in the day
What about Teki?
What about Nine?
What about Bim?
What about Spaazz?
What about Mookie?
Talkin' 'bout the n***a who hopped in the car and he crashed
Talkin' 'bout NHG, you talkin' bout a n***a gon' hop out, get on your a**
Talkin' 'bout ATK, gon' run down sh*t and face 'em with no mask
Talkin' 'bout anything what we bang, better [?] a**ed out, laid in the gra**
We put switches on the Glocks we shootin', they too fast
Why them opps look like they 'bout to eat? Knock off the breadwinner
Chopper make a n***a lean, just like he got red in him
I don't f**k with none of these rappers, all of 'em b*t*h and green
Don't put me in no mix of sh*t, I'm steppin' on sh*t you ain't never seen
I just bought a lot of choppers, 60 clips and red beams
I got blood on my Amiris
They gon drop your case at first appearance
None of these b*t*h a** n***as, can't take them serious, them n***as ain't scaring me
N***as won't pick no side, boys gon' die, because they in between
Opp hoe sister choosin' me
We don't condone no foolery
She said she feel safer over here, this where the shooters be
She say ain't no paper over there, sh*t, she barely eat
Them n***as keep on dying inside the 6, them n***as barely breathing (Stay alive)
