Letras
Uh-huh
Yeah
On foenem (on fonem grave)
6300, nigga, DMGG, nigga
On my brother grave (go, go)
You know how the fuck we comin', nigga
Huh, huh, huh (DJ on the beat, so it's a-)
Niggas get on y'all ass, y'all get to callin' other blocks (uh)
Lil' bro said his pole hot, I had to buy another Glock
They spent three times out that 50, and I gotta buy another hot
You wifin' that bitch, had my dick all on her lips, that bitch a thot
I'ma give lil' bro a ten, they gon' keep spinnin' that bin (on my brother)
They been catchin' hats way before rap, they don't do it for no trend
Niggas be tellin' out of town niggas that they them niggas on they end (lyin' ass niggas)
Dude a goofy, his ass a smoothie, we took his ass, thought we was his friend (bitch ass)
I don't say it, bitch, I mean it (I mean it), head top, I just seen it
Heard two hundred K in that crib, six run in there, go redeem it
He tried to trade a pipe, I'ma take that bitch, ayy, call him, tell him bring it
Any nigga ever play with my name, they gon' die, lil' nigga, I mean it (they gon' die)
Ask the last nigga who played with me, hustle was spinnin' for days with me
And I know lil' Deuce won't snitch, he takin' that shit to the grave with me
Death row die, bitch, we drunk blood together, we don't save niggas
I do hits for real, can't no nigga from the trenches say I pay niggas
I know this one bitch from the opps, she did us in a circle
Hop out the car, West, they chasin' down, he was movin' slow like a turtle
He say he a savage up on the internet, boy, his ass a Steve Urkel
I fuck bitches for free, you scam niggas gotta pay these bitches purses
Let him be outside on his block, I'ma slide, I swear I'ma hurt him
These niggas ain't catch no murders, why the fuck his name Omerta?
All you niggas goof as fuck, nigga, I was in jail with 600 Burger
Only time your BM got wet for a nigga when that lil' pussy was fertile
Real bomb-ass niggas, ain't got no money, them niggas dirty
I told lil' bro, "Fuck that button, I need shots, give me a 30"
Niggas be in them cars with all the opps, we gon' be spinnin' all they blocks
We be outside with 20 straps, the police came, they called the cops
We know your type, nigga, you in black and white, nigga
How they sayin' you savage? You a snitch too 'cause you right with 'em
How you lookin' for members and you came through? You shot a hype, nigga
They thought we was squashin' and we was poppin' shit, goofy psych, nigga (psych)
Only niggas on the Low-End we ain't spinnin' on is OBN and Welch World
Everybody else gotta get the belt from me and the real belt boys
He got killed in front of his kid, I ain't gon' lie, I felt for him (I felt for him)
Bronem told me stop tweakin' on this track but I kept goin' (I kept goin')
My brother, nigga, what the fuck goin' on, man?
6300 Gang, DMGG nigga
My brothernem, VSC nigga
KKK nigga, seven-deuce shit nigga
Long live Detro, long live Top (long live Detro, long live Top, nigga)
On fonem grave, glah