Bos Flip - Facts Freestyle lyrics

Ayy, yup, yup keep goin'
Shit, oh, you dead wrong uh, uh, uh
(Noisy on the beat) uh, uh, uh, uh
Six shit, get your bitch hit
Your man died, know you dead wrong
Uh, you know we keep goin' come on

Uh, come on we gon' get him gone (Gone)
Your mans died and he ain't slide
You know you dead wrong
My mama looked me in my eyes
She said I'm livin' wrong
I tell my mama all the time
That I'ma make it home (Go)
I caught that case
The judge told me I won't come at home
Crazy told me if I keep my pole
Then I'ma live long
Tell my opps they better tighten up
And get they head on
'Cause I'ma knock that bitch off and
Give his ass a head stone (Forget peace)
We get war with the city
So we finna buy some more sticks
Heard you rollin' on them corners
Finna run with your shit (Rob his ass)
Put that gun down
Your pussy ass won't blow shit (Goofy)
Stupid-ass nigga fucked around and
Got your bro hit

Stupid-ass nigga fucked around and
Got your bro hit stupid-ass nigga
Fuck around and get your mama hit
Stupid-ass nigga
Fuck around and get your bitch hit
Ah, ah, ah, ah, everybody screamin'
"Six shit" (Come on)

Uh, everybody screamin', "Six" (Gang)
I got some members from the dirt and
Got some killers in the bricks
We got them junkies goin' stupid
They be killin' for a nickel
Dumb nigga moved it stupid
He got hit up with this bitch
I got the devil in my head, he screamin'
"Shoot him in his shit" (Shh)
I'm finna shoot him in his head
And watch his fuckin' noodles split
Frontline when I'm shootin'
I be on some movie shit
I be shootin' fourty-three
But I ain't on no hoopin' shit
I got some niggas, they
Be robbin', trappin', scammin'
They some killers with me (Gang)
Ape shit, niggas go gorilla with me
(Go, baow) you ain't in that field with me
You ain't out here drillin' with me
I say, "Fuck 'em all"
Fuck around and drill the city
Nigga, I'm big six, I don't fear nobody
Nigga always dissin' in them songs
Ain't kill nobody
Nigga feel some tipe of way
How he gon' go 'bout it? (How?)
Nigga say he miss his bro, nigga
Blow smoke 'bout it if a nigga blow smoke
Better know he gon' choke 'bout it
I done seen bro kill a nigga, sit down
(Damn) and joke 'bout it
I done seen a nigga catch a case
And tell he know 'bout it
Nigga's name all over a paper
He done sat down and wrote 'bout it
(Fuckin' rat)
Talk about my top, bitch, I'm so out it
I can't fuck with bitches
'cause they so childish
Blowin' up my phone, man, this ho wildin'
Crazy lookin' down, know my bro smilin'
In the name of him, we swing
That chop and drop the window
Kick a door 'bout it (Noisy on the beat)

Six shit, nigga, get your bitch hit (Baow)
Drop the racks on a rat head
Get a snitch hit (Baow)
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah (Yeah! Yeah)
Nigga get your mama hit (Yeah! Yeah)
Nigga blowin' all the smoke
(Yeah! Yeah) , nigga, we brought drummers
Bitch (Real drummer)