THF Zoo, Only The Family, Booka 600, Memo600 - Do It For Von lyrics
[THF Zoo, Only The Family, Booka 600, Memo600 - Do It For Von lyrics]
(Me gusta este ritmo de Savage, aha)
I'm from the six
Where the members doing hit's for fun
I'm on my get back gang shit
I do this shit for Von
I got the drop on the opps
And we ain't sparing none
You ain't got no gun, you better get you one
(Baow, boom)
I pay two, four, six, eight, ten bonds
And I'ma be 6-0-0 when this shit done
Folks 6-6-0, we can't risk none
They gotta free all of them niggas
That make the block one
Pop up in this bitch with Drizzy
They know who I am
Ain't no security searchin' me boy
I don't give a damn (Damn)
SnitchK, don't run yo' mouth
'fore you blow up out that jam (Jam)
Shorty get that low-low on a opp
Then I'ma pound
Ain't no telling what them opp niggas
Gon' do when foenem' catch 'em
(Catch 'em)
We pull up, bail out, and popped
Ain't know what to do
Foenem' blessed 'em
If we can't catch 'em, then
We look for OG crib, just to send a message
Bitch, we want pressure, blastin', cactch
'em, stretch 'em, breakin' news
Channel seven (Baow, baow, baow)
I just put a switch up on
A Glock and now I'm sprayin' (Sprayin')
They know how we comin' from, 600 to the lam
(The lam)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my mula, 'bout my money
Uncle Sam (Uncle Sam)
If you ain't the fam, stay out the bid
Who walked the bam
Loose screw, nigga, fuck what you gon' do
(What)
I just dropped that loot, get out of town
'cause they on you (They on you)
Bitch we ridin', we out '46
Might pour on four, six
All our opps on some ho shit
Gon' think I wrote this
You keep playin' like you know shit
Gon' get your door kicked
I'm with the fam and some mo' niggas
You get your bro kilt'
I send bags to lil' foenem'
Say they can smoke it (Smoke it)
I see that tag up on his toe tip
He got his ho hit
In this bag, unlimit cable
Can't wait to drop it on a nigga head
And these niggas snitches, witness
Can't fuck around, niggas fed
(Fucked around) free BA up out that can
Them bitches gave him fifty-five years
Tell the gang they comin' home
And foenem' paying for them a bill
(For them a bill)
I'm from the six where the
Members doing hit's for fun
I'm on my get back gang shit
I do this shit for Von
I got the drop on the opps
And we ain't sparing none
You ain't got no gun, you better get you one
I pay two, four, six, eight, ten bonds
And I'ma be 6-0-0 when this shit done
Folks 6-6-0, we can't risk none
They gotta free all of them niggas
That make the block one
Pop up in this bitch with Drizzy
They know who I am (Am)
Ain't no security searchin' me boy
I don't give a damn (Damn)
SnitchK, don't run yo' mouth
'fore you blow up out that jam (Jam)
Shorty get that low-low on a opp
Then I'ma pound (Pound)
I'm from the six
Where the members doing hit's for fun
I'm on my get back gang shit
I do this shit for Von
I got the drop on the opps
And we ain't sparing none
You ain't got no gun, you better get you one
(Baow, boom)
I pay two, four, six, eight, ten bonds
And I'ma be 6-0-0 when this shit done
Folks 6-6-0, we can't risk none
They gotta free all of them niggas
That make the block one
Pop up in this bitch with Drizzy
They know who I am
Ain't no security searchin' me boy
I don't give a damn (Damn)
SnitchK, don't run yo' mouth
'fore you blow up out that jam (Jam)
Shorty get that low-low on a opp
Then I'ma pound
Ain't no telling what them opp niggas
Gon' do when foenem' catch 'em
(Catch 'em)
We pull up, bail out, and popped
Ain't know what to do
Foenem' blessed 'em
If we can't catch 'em, then
We look for OG crib, just to send a message
Bitch, we want pressure, blastin', cactch
'em, stretch 'em, breakin' news
Channel seven (Baow, baow, baow)
I just put a switch up on
A Glock and now I'm sprayin' (Sprayin')
They know how we comin' from, 600 to the lam
(The lam)
Bitch, I'm 'bout my mula, 'bout my money
Uncle Sam (Uncle Sam)
If you ain't the fam, stay out the bid
Who walked the bam
Loose screw, nigga, fuck what you gon' do
(What)
I just dropped that loot, get out of town
'cause they on you (They on you)
Bitch we ridin', we out '46
Might pour on four, six
All our opps on some ho shit
Gon' think I wrote this
You keep playin' like you know shit
Gon' get your door kicked
I'm with the fam and some mo' niggas
You get your bro kilt'
I send bags to lil' foenem'
Say they can smoke it (Smoke it)
I see that tag up on his toe tip
He got his ho hit
In this bag, unlimit cable
Can't wait to drop it on a nigga head
And these niggas snitches, witness
Can't fuck around, niggas fed
(Fucked around) free BA up out that can
Them bitches gave him fifty-five years
Tell the gang they comin' home
And foenem' paying for them a bill
(For them a bill)
I'm from the six where the
Members doing hit's for fun
I'm on my get back gang shit
I do this shit for Von
I got the drop on the opps
And we ain't sparing none
You ain't got no gun, you better get you one
I pay two, four, six, eight, ten bonds
And I'ma be 6-0-0 when this shit done
Folks 6-6-0, we can't risk none
They gotta free all of them niggas
That make the block one
Pop up in this bitch with Drizzy
They know who I am (Am)
Ain't no security searchin' me boy
I don't give a damn (Damn)
SnitchK, don't run yo' mouth
'fore you blow up out that jam (Jam)
Shorty get that low-low on a opp
Then I'ma pound (Pound)