Lil Zay Osama - 61st To 64th lyrics
Lil Zay Osama [Isaiah Dukes] Chicago, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Zay Osama - 61st To 64th lyrics]
61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
Er'body got a 30, er'body tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick
And he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his tissue
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me?
You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back
Who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these bitches suckin' dick
They come with us, they using tongues
Pull up in that scat fast
Chrome Hearts, a fresh tag
Balled a bad bitch out and sent
Her home with a wet ass
Niggas get to tweakin', we don't
Think first, we just splat, splat
And I slimed plenty niggas out
I could say slatt, slatt
I'll come to your city for a show
I ain't gon' perform if I don't
Get Glock through the door
Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq
I ain't gon say it's on the floor
HotHead burnin' in my Backwood
That's the only thing I smoke
Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp
Joc pack
Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp
Bam gettin' smoked now
Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back
Y'all still ain't get y'all get back
Whole city know we with that
First nigga caught shit splat
61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
Er'body got a 30, er'body tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick
And he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his tissue
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me?
You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back
Who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these bitches suckin' dick
They come with us, they using tongues
Er'body got a 30, er'body tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick
And he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his tissue
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me?
You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back
Who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these bitches suckin' dick
They come with us, they using tongues
Pull up in that scat fast
Chrome Hearts, a fresh tag
Balled a bad bitch out and sent
Her home with a wet ass
Niggas get to tweakin', we don't
Think first, we just splat, splat
And I slimed plenty niggas out
I could say slatt, slatt
I'll come to your city for a show
I ain't gon' perform if I don't
Get Glock through the door
Bitch, I'm from the 'Raq
I ain't gon say it's on the floor
HotHead burnin' in my Backwood
That's the only thing I smoke
Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp
Joc pack
Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp
Bam gettin' smoked now
Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back
Y'all still ain't get y'all get back
Whole city know we with that
First nigga caught shit splat
61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
Er'body got a 30, er'body tryna score
Catch him lackin', get the blick
And he don't blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin' through his tissue
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me?
You don't even own a gun
Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back
Who gave lil' folks a gun?
All these bitches suckin' dick
They come with us, they using tongues