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Yo (Hollywood Six)
Yeah, me and Bings on them
Yo, yo, yo
Me and Bings, Prinny Road on them super bikes
On the back wheel, through the lights, doing do or die's
Empty old .9s, put down for when it's time to ride
It was time to glide, he didn't slide, now he's losing stripes
You better mash work or give war funds to provide
Built different, I'll do anything for my guys
Built different, from day one, I've been splitting pies
The way the walk and talk, I already know that they're spitting lies
Just made another hundred off the telly in the signal
I meant to pan your post your postin' packs, I ain't got no signal
That's me and Dil', back-to-back with a fuckin' width full
We land flower, land shatta and we land this still
Black and Green two-tone new Glock pistol
Locked in from the Bay all the way to Bristol
Settin' Cali plays to 'Dam, tryna flood Schiphol
Then send the flyer back to Cali, chase full of Crystal
Triple sealed bags, I ain't takin' chances
Hit or miss, so I had to send my runner Kansas
Land the pack, got me in the trap doin' dances
Everybody gotta eat, so I let the gang flip
Triple sealed bags, I ain't takin' chances
Hit or miss, so I had to send my runner Kansas
Land the pack, got me in the trap doin' dances
Everybody gotta eat, so I let the gang flip
Phone call from up North, that's another quick trip
Bring it back down South and that's another quick flip
Having motion while the haters having motion sickness
Ran a M up in the trap and only God's my witness
I don't ever have another man up in my business
Pushin' weight everyday like it's Total Fitness
You'll only meet my hitter if you get put on the hitlist
Cranked off, puttin' oil on the metal dipstick
If you ain't doin' up a drillin', like to chill and kick back
Gave him a new .44, it got some major kickback
It took years to find sweets, so the bullets mismatch
It's poppin' up out of nowhere, boogie man, think fast
Have you runnin' for your life, losin' weight, slim fast
I'm fully writin' off your whip, 'pon di kin, whip lash
Only loyal to the money, you just want some quick cash
Give him a thirty, forty, fifty stack, then watch him dispatch
Triple sealed bags, I ain't takin' chances
Hit or miss, so I had to send my runner Kansas
Land the pack, got me in the trap doin' dances
Everybody gotta eat, so I let the gang flip
Triple sealed bags, I ain't takin' chances
Hit or miss, so I had to send my runner Kansas
Land the pack, got me in the trap doin' dances
Everybody gotta eat, so I let the gang flip