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Steve Drive
Stretch Gang
Steve Drive
Stretch Gang
Von
Ain't got no hoes with me
I be quick to run up, let it pop, that's just the O' in me
Rest in peace to Silk from Ada Park, that was the older me
Goofy got shot right up in his top, his brother told on me
Couldn't get a bond, I sat it out, they put that hold on me
45, XDs, 50 Shot, glizzies, peace treaty, bitch please
You know I grew up on that violence, DOA turn up them sirens
I be thirsty on his ass from Cicero to Stoney Island
'Cause Von get on your ass and you with them birds
Your preacher all in church, reading off proverbs
And folks 'nem mad at me, I put in too much work
They say "ay Von sit back" 'cause GetBackGang they got my back
But I'm still strapped, can't got like that
I'm still a killer before the rap
I swear I killed her, broke her back
Your homie died, I'm smoking that
I'm tired of smelling Tooka and Lil Marc and I'm tired of Scrapp
I'm thinking about creating a new pack
Aye DQ, who is that?
Ain't no exposing me
I be in them trenches, where a nigga say he 'posed to be (dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a nigga ass up, he can't get close to me
Fye a nigga ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a hoe, he a bitch
He a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit
It's gon' be a murder
Smokin' Scrapp and I got my strap
Long live Burger
Tough as hell on the 'net, but on their block, unheard of
Pour a four of Poppie Juice, what's that? That's that syrup
Lil Dee in the kitchen with them pots, he gon' stir up
12 get up on this bitch, it's that, we gon' "Skrt - skrt!"
Long live Headshot HEC don't disrespect, your face on a shirt
Off that Zeko, Tooka, and that Fatz, we gon' put in work
Sneaky talking, sayin' this and that, just gon' get 'em murked
You don't want them shells from that MAC
Chase a nigga down, like Ricky, shoot your back
We shoot up your kickback, then it's back to the 'Met
I'ma die for my set, D Block where it's at
Ain't no exposing me
I be in them trenches, where a nigga say he 'posed to be (dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a nigga ass up, he can't get close to me
Fye a nigga ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a hoe, he a bitch
He a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit