Stunna 4 Vegas, Bos Flip - Big 6 lyrics
[Stunna 4 Vegas, Bos Flip - Big 6 lyrics]
Big six (Big six)
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
(Murder Gang)
And I got this G26 on me right now
(Ayy, bitch) ayy, ayy
(Noisy on the beat) let's go
26 on me right now and I
Just slapped a thirty in it
Ayy, can't wait 'til I touch down in that
'Raq and go get dirty with it (Go)
Ayy, I see why all my opps be mad
They broke plus they some dirty niggas
My mama told me
"Get up off them pills" but I
Just love that Perky feelin'
Ayy, bro 'nem drop that bag
We don't say shit
We leave your nerves twitchin' (Skrrt)
We spot a opp, We park the car right on the
Curve and get to hittin'
I thought he would've learned, I told him
"Tighten up" he gettin' listed
Ayy, button on the back, so when I shoot it
It just gеt to glitchin' (I shoot it)
Ayy, she come to the crib
Shе throwin' throat, no
I ain't do no kissin'
Ayy, choppa hold a hundred plus a scope, no
I ain't do no missin' (Bah)
Ayy, opp block huntin', if it's smoke
We gon' bring the issue
He got hit all in his
Top and plus his throat
He need more than seizures ayy, big six
Everybody out here know just how I'm comin'
(Ayy)
Talkin' all that shooter shit, he see me
He was fuckin' runnin'
(That's on my mama)
Ayy, you could ask my opps
When they see me I just get to gunnin'
(That's on six)
Ayy, up this bitch and blow it all in public
I won't go for nothin'
Ayy, November to February
We was on some bullshit (Yeah)
Ayy, caught him in that two door and
Made him get a new whip (Ha)
Ayy, caught him walkin' from the store
I pulled up on some cool shit
Ayy, that was like ten months ago
That pussy still ain't do shit (Soft)
Ayy, me, Fifth and So, they was scared
They seen us in that splat (On God)
Ayy, masked up, all-black, ayy
We ain't do no small attack
Ayy, nigga say they got back, man
That shit be all cap
They ain't get they dog back
They really got they dog whacked (Let's go)
Pussy got his sis' hit
Then he got his bitch hit
Then he got his mama hit
Plus he got his brother whacked (Ha ha haha)
We be on some six shit, we be screamin'
"Six shit" (Hahaha, uh)
Know the boys forever mad
They can't get they lick back
Ayy, bro 'nem drop that bag
We don't say shit
We leave your nerves twitchin'
(I drop that bag off) we spot a opp
We park the car right on the
Curve and get to hittin'
(Murk his head off, yeah)
I thought he would've learned, I told him
"Tighten up" he gettin' listed (Stupid)
Ayy, button on the back, so when I shoot it
It just get to glitchin'
(Let's go, it's 4, frrt, Noisy on the beat)
Nineteen X with a switch on me right now
It sound like Twista spittin'
Uh, I park out the car, hop out and I click
I don't do no Twitter clickin'
Fuck him like a bar, welcome to 6 Vegas
This a dirty business
Tryna turn my bros to artists
But they tryna go on murder missions
Ayy, I throw the four and crack the four
(Swear) 'cause I don't like them niggas
(I don't like them niggas)
Tay all out the window with his pole
Think he a sniper (Bah, bah)
If I rap about some shit we did before
I get indicted (Fah)
He don't fuck with me, I prolly hit his ho
She'll fuck when get excited
He-he-he want a song, I told him, "Bye"
(Six) , want him gone, I bet I buy
My bitch say these niggas still
Can't fuck with me
Tell a bitch she never lied (Come on)
Big six lil' killers in the cut
That mean for 4 they wanna slide
(What else?)
Flip players, they stop with me
Give a fuck 'bout if they signed (Cheah)
There's some problems
I'll never leave my bros
I sip so much of syrup
You would've thought I had a cold (Look)
Made that shit look easy
Them boys thought I had a code (Uh, uh)
I know them niggas sick
I brought them GDs through the door
(I brought the lil' niggas with me)
Pussy got his sis' hit
Then he got his bitch hit (He got his)
Then he got his mama hit
Plus he got his brother whacked
(He got his he got his hahahaha)
We be on some six shit, we be screamin'
"Six shit" (Huh, uh, uh)
Know the boys forever mad
They can't get they lick back
He was hidin' in the house
That got his brother's shit splatted
Bitch-ass nigga went straight to
Woof on that 'Gram
Still ain't get no get back
We take shit so far
You don't be no target 'cause we hit that
Uh huh, when the fuck niggas call dispatch
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
(Murder Gang)
And I got this G26 on me right now
(Ayy, bitch) ayy, ayy
(Noisy on the beat) let's go
26 on me right now and I
Just slapped a thirty in it
Ayy, can't wait 'til I touch down in that
'Raq and go get dirty with it (Go)
Ayy, I see why all my opps be mad
They broke plus they some dirty niggas
My mama told me
"Get up off them pills" but I
Just love that Perky feelin'
Ayy, bro 'nem drop that bag
We don't say shit
We leave your nerves twitchin' (Skrrt)
We spot a opp, We park the car right on the
Curve and get to hittin'
I thought he would've learned, I told him
"Tighten up" he gettin' listed
Ayy, button on the back, so when I shoot it
It just gеt to glitchin' (I shoot it)
Ayy, she come to the crib
Shе throwin' throat, no
I ain't do no kissin'
Ayy, choppa hold a hundred plus a scope, no
I ain't do no missin' (Bah)
Ayy, opp block huntin', if it's smoke
We gon' bring the issue
He got hit all in his
Top and plus his throat
He need more than seizures ayy, big six
Everybody out here know just how I'm comin'
(Ayy)
Talkin' all that shooter shit, he see me
He was fuckin' runnin'
(That's on my mama)
Ayy, you could ask my opps
When they see me I just get to gunnin'
(That's on six)
Ayy, up this bitch and blow it all in public
I won't go for nothin'
Ayy, November to February
We was on some bullshit (Yeah)
Ayy, caught him in that two door and
Made him get a new whip (Ha)
Ayy, caught him walkin' from the store
I pulled up on some cool shit
Ayy, that was like ten months ago
That pussy still ain't do shit (Soft)
Ayy, me, Fifth and So, they was scared
They seen us in that splat (On God)
Ayy, masked up, all-black, ayy
We ain't do no small attack
Ayy, nigga say they got back, man
That shit be all cap
They ain't get they dog back
They really got they dog whacked (Let's go)
Pussy got his sis' hit
Then he got his bitch hit
Then he got his mama hit
Plus he got his brother whacked (Ha ha haha)
We be on some six shit, we be screamin'
"Six shit" (Hahaha, uh)
Know the boys forever mad
They can't get they lick back
Ayy, bro 'nem drop that bag
We don't say shit
We leave your nerves twitchin'
(I drop that bag off) we spot a opp
We park the car right on the
Curve and get to hittin'
(Murk his head off, yeah)
I thought he would've learned, I told him
"Tighten up" he gettin' listed (Stupid)
Ayy, button on the back, so when I shoot it
It just get to glitchin'
(Let's go, it's 4, frrt, Noisy on the beat)
Nineteen X with a switch on me right now
It sound like Twista spittin'
Uh, I park out the car, hop out and I click
I don't do no Twitter clickin'
Fuck him like a bar, welcome to 6 Vegas
This a dirty business
Tryna turn my bros to artists
But they tryna go on murder missions
Ayy, I throw the four and crack the four
(Swear) 'cause I don't like them niggas
(I don't like them niggas)
Tay all out the window with his pole
Think he a sniper (Bah, bah)
If I rap about some shit we did before
I get indicted (Fah)
He don't fuck with me, I prolly hit his ho
She'll fuck when get excited
He-he-he want a song, I told him, "Bye"
(Six) , want him gone, I bet I buy
My bitch say these niggas still
Can't fuck with me
Tell a bitch she never lied (Come on)
Big six lil' killers in the cut
That mean for 4 they wanna slide
(What else?)
Flip players, they stop with me
Give a fuck 'bout if they signed (Cheah)
There's some problems
I'll never leave my bros
I sip so much of syrup
You would've thought I had a cold (Look)
Made that shit look easy
Them boys thought I had a code (Uh, uh)
I know them niggas sick
I brought them GDs through the door
(I brought the lil' niggas with me)
Pussy got his sis' hit
Then he got his bitch hit (He got his)
Then he got his mama hit
Plus he got his brother whacked
(He got his he got his hahahaha)
We be on some six shit, we be screamin'
"Six shit" (Huh, uh, uh)
Know the boys forever mad
They can't get they lick back
He was hidin' in the house
That got his brother's shit splatted
Bitch-ass nigga went straight to
Woof on that 'Gram
Still ain't get no get back
We take shit so far
You don't be no target 'cause we hit that
Uh huh, when the fuck niggas call dispatch