Chorus
Got 6 in the blick got 6 in the clip
Don’t play with me I ain’t the one I ain’t the one
I’m the type of guy to let off in public
Ten shots you know that I’m bussin
Ten shots you know that I’m bussin
40 I’m dumpin 40 I’m dumpin
I never lack, that pistol I’m clutchin clutchin
I’m next up I was down bad I ain’t have none
I was broke came up from nothing
Go bend his block up
f#ck the opps they can get clapped up
321 on my go knock his meat out his taco
I been in that field like I’m Rambo
It must be all of the bodies I dropped
Must be all of the money I got
Must be all of the b#tches I got
[Vеrse 1
Look Look
I got me a bad b#tch she built likе Ilulu
I keep me that tool don’t make me spark it
My opps stay moving like b#tches
They pressed up
They mad that I’m getting that nacho
They mad that I’m getting that peso
But I bet they ain’t finna slide though
But I’m finna slide though
I pulled up caught em by the corner
Dished out two shots
One in the back one in the torso
I had that boy fallin over
I had that boy laid out
My blood was pumpin then I saw them blue lights
I had to go I had to go
So I took off got up and sped through the lot
Chorus
Got 6 in the blick got 6 in the clip
Don’t play with me I ain’t the one I ain’t the one
I’m the type of guy to let off in public
Ten shots you know that I’m bussin
Ten shots you know that I’m bussin
40 I’m dumpin 40 I’m dumpin
I never lack, that pistol I’m clutchin clutchin
I’m next up I was down bad I ain’t have none
I was broke came up from nothing
Go bend his block up
f#ck the opps they can get clapped up
321 on my go knock his meat out his taco
I been in that field like I’m Rambo
It must be all of the bodies I dropped
Must be all of the money I got
Must be all of the b#tches I got
Verse 2
Up that burner at his chest
Let off five bullets hit him in his breast
I had his blood gushing
Had his skin bubbling
Had his crew running
Dominican hoe she get to suckin
p#ss# boy talk from the net
I know that he bluffin
Like the f#ck he gon do to me
He ain’t gon do none
I got me the drop whole gang finna spin round
Whole gang finna spin round empty the clip out
Shooters gon hit if I say so
Paint his body with bullets like I’m Van Gogh reload the ammo
Slide on his block
These open tips gon rip through his set like a banjo
Then I dump two then I dump four up in his ligaments
We get back then gang gon spin again
Chorus
Got 6 in the blick got 6 in the clip
Don’t play with me I ain’t the one I ain’t the one
I’m the type of guy to let off in public
Ten shots you know that I’m bussin
Ten shots you know that I’m bussin
40 I’m dumpin 40 I’m dumpin
I never lack, that pistol I’m clutchin clutchin
I’m next up I was down bad I ain’t have none
I was broke came up from nothing
Go bend his block up
f#ck the opps they can get clapped up
321 on my go knock his meat out his taco
I been in that field like I’m Rambo
It must be all of the bodies I dropped
Must be all of the money I got
Must be all of the b#tches I got
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