Vince Ash, Nuskii, Tramaine - 6.52 testo (lyrics)
[Vince Ash, Nuskii, Tramaine - 6.52 testo lyrics]
Sledgren dreamer on the beat, wake up
Young nigga do this shit with ease huh
By any means
Couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing still got
Packs off in abundance
Watch how you move I know
Some niggas really on it
Too precise for my opponent
Nobody safe, foe nem came to play
So who gone die today
I switch my style they say I change but
In my heart I been this way
Youngest out the crowd and still
I rise to my profound
I still won’t make a sound
I know these niggas feel now
And bitch you know my side
You get hit with 9 leave yo mama crying
Shots fired, still up onnat shit
So don’t test thе G
Shit get gutta when you over еast
Couple Glocks a piece
Known for all the static
Niggas try me watch he rest in peace
Tell me who gone ride
And I got twos inside my main account
These hoes be hanging on
I ain’t on shit outside from hanging out
You know my 6 my 5 my 2
My side my homies banged it out
The way we played it fade by fade
Shit I'm surprised we made it out
You know my guys will take your gal and
One of my partners play with pounds
You know I cock it blaze your spot up
Before your cars can make they rounds
I pay my promise back and
Bounce he rest in peace
Say RIP the opps get lonely
Losing partners to the beef
They know my G's
You know I would rather lose my
Peace before I lose my people
Two time felon types within my reach just
In case you lose your ego
Best watch how you move where we go
I got clips with sequels shhhh
You know that bitch gone speak like
It can’t keep a secret nigga
You know my doggies is off the leash
And out your league lil nigga
Pit frame to a beagle nigga whip
Change with the seasons nigga
Right or wrong you know I ride for mine
Hit me right on time
We send a hit you know you crossed the line
He must be out his mind
Bitch you can’t step to one of mine
Couple gangstas on my side
Niggas snakes I’m not surprised
I don’t fuck wit that nigga
He ain’t one of my guys
I was out all night when my homie had died
These niggas don’t step these niggas go live
Try step on my shit that shit don’t fly
Yo bitch in the back and
She down for the ride
I’ll get yo lo tell you come outside
You think it’s yo bitch it’s me and the guys
He was talkin that shit
Man at least he tried
I’m with the Mobb niggas know my side
Over East you know we hang lil nigga
Quick to bang on a nigga
Da fuckin G and you a stain lil
Nigga I keep a nameless killer
Pussy nigga keep yo pockets tucked
Them niggas hot as fuck
You earned yo stripes when you picked that
Rocket up and dumped outside the truck
It’s the gwalla folk, two dolla G
2MTC this yompa scream
Sealing packs of ya dah mean
Ain’t dropping less than 17
Eastside down to each side
Known to beat a price and get em touched
What I say on the other one
Shit you in better hands you fuck wit us
I promise, 4 ounce bounce
You come up out that
Peekin where yo house at
The boys know we was bout that
Pray yo soul to keep, a pole a piece
You won’t get close to me
If folks had got em dusted, no discussion
He where he supposed to be
Yo BM wanna role with me
Tell her I need parts in that
Blap her back, gasping
Like she bout ta have a heart attack
ARs attached, Rutgers, Drakes and Glocks
Stop it’s hammer time
Wop taught me to flip a pack and
I did it bout 30 times
Young nigga do this shit with ease huh
By any means
Couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing still got
Packs off in abundance
Watch how you move I know
Some niggas really on it
Too precise for my opponent
Nobody safe, foe nem came to play
So who gone die today
I switch my style they say I change but
In my heart I been this way
Youngest out the crowd and still
I rise to my profound
I still won’t make a sound
I know these niggas feel now
And bitch you know my side
You get hit with 9 leave yo mama crying
Shots fired, still up onnat shit
So don’t test thе G
Shit get gutta when you over еast
Couple Glocks a piece
Known for all the static
Niggas try me watch he rest in peace
Tell me who gone ride
And I got twos inside my main account
These hoes be hanging on
I ain’t on shit outside from hanging out
You know my 6 my 5 my 2
My side my homies banged it out
The way we played it fade by fade
Shit I'm surprised we made it out
You know my guys will take your gal and
One of my partners play with pounds
You know I cock it blaze your spot up
Before your cars can make they rounds
I pay my promise back and
Bounce he rest in peace
Say RIP the opps get lonely
Losing partners to the beef
They know my G's
You know I would rather lose my
Peace before I lose my people
Two time felon types within my reach just
In case you lose your ego
Best watch how you move where we go
I got clips with sequels shhhh
You know that bitch gone speak like
It can’t keep a secret nigga
You know my doggies is off the leash
And out your league lil nigga
Pit frame to a beagle nigga whip
Change with the seasons nigga
Right or wrong you know I ride for mine
Hit me right on time
We send a hit you know you crossed the line
He must be out his mind
Bitch you can’t step to one of mine
Couple gangstas on my side
Niggas snakes I’m not surprised
I don’t fuck wit that nigga
He ain’t one of my guys
I was out all night when my homie had died
These niggas don’t step these niggas go live
Try step on my shit that shit don’t fly
Yo bitch in the back and
She down for the ride
I’ll get yo lo tell you come outside
You think it’s yo bitch it’s me and the guys
He was talkin that shit
Man at least he tried
I’m with the Mobb niggas know my side
Over East you know we hang lil nigga
Quick to bang on a nigga
Da fuckin G and you a stain lil
Nigga I keep a nameless killer
Pussy nigga keep yo pockets tucked
Them niggas hot as fuck
You earned yo stripes when you picked that
Rocket up and dumped outside the truck
It’s the gwalla folk, two dolla G
2MTC this yompa scream
Sealing packs of ya dah mean
Ain’t dropping less than 17
Eastside down to each side
Known to beat a price and get em touched
What I say on the other one
Shit you in better hands you fuck wit us
I promise, 4 ounce bounce
You come up out that
Peekin where yo house at
The boys know we was bout that
Pray yo soul to keep, a pole a piece
You won’t get close to me
If folks had got em dusted, no discussion
He where he supposed to be
Yo BM wanna role with me
Tell her I need parts in that
Blap her back, gasping
Like she bout ta have a heart attack
ARs attached, Rutgers, Drakes and Glocks
Stop it’s hammer time
Wop taught me to flip a pack and
I did it bout 30 times