Yung Ice and Sho G - 6074

Boss up shit nigga
74
Ha ha
Boss
You know what the fuck going on
Ha ha
Sixowe
To the motherfucking world blow nigga
Ha ha
Flag
Flag
Flag
Flag
My flag black and my nigga flag blue
Make room for a boss nigga
When we coming through
60 deep with plenty heat
Hope your whip is bulletproof
All my shooters train to blow
Choppers hanging out the roof
This that 6074
Fuck what you claiming nigga
My gang cutthroat
We might just might shank a nigga
Staying down ten toes
This for my gangsta niggas
Bring them naybas to your front door
We leave you stanking nigga
I guess karma a bitch,
Look what she did to ya
Got you sitting in the cell
Bout to fuck yourself
That's what your ratting ass get,
Just for taking it there
They should've fried your ass,
Like a Chien Chien chef
Smoke your ass like a black
Til the plastic left
Long live big Ocho
Ima scream that there
This for the real ass ones,
We Done lost out here
Throw them black flag niggas
For the G's I swear
This for the gang muh fucka,
I ain't breaking a sweat
Only solid muh fuckas
Gone get my respect
On deck, so check
Yeah, straight like that
on the 6, I'm a rep,
That ain't a fact, that's a 6et
Boss
My flag black and my nigga flag blue
Make room for a boss nigga
When we coming through
60 feet with plenty heat,
Hope you're whip is bulletproof
All my shooters trained to blow,
Choppers hanging out the roof
This that 6074
Fuck what you're claiming nigga
My gang cut throat
We might just shank a nigga
Stand down 10 toes
This for my gangsta niggas
Bring them naybas to your front door
We leave you stinking nigga
I got 60 different ways
To show a nigga he weak
Stepping like a boss nigga,
But ain't claiming GD
My neighborhood like a jungle,
We turn this bitch to Jumanji
Silva back gorilla ape,
Sliding like a figure eight
S.I.P. my nigga, boogie
Long live my nigga spliff
Ain't talking about no mixtape
Smoke you like a blunt of that piff ,
For dissing on my dead homie
Bitch I'm going fed homie
How you gangsta coping ,
Pleas stand on what you say homie
All my keeways get active,
Call it going live
All them opps must be on house arrest,
Cause they don't come outside
He ain't trying to kill none
He just wasting bullets in the sky
If they tell you we don't stand on business, Then somebody lied
My flag black and my nigga flag blue
Make room for a boss nigga
When we coming through
60 feet with plenty heat,
Hope you're whip is bulletproof
All my shooters trained to blow,
Choppers hanging out the roof
This that 6074
Fuck what you're claiming nigga
My gang cutthroat
We might just shank a nigga
Standing down ten-toes
This for my gangsta niggas
Bring dem naybas to your front door
We leave you stinking nigga
Yeah, 74 to the world blow nigga
6-6, proper preparation, prevents poor
Performance , pussy
Oh, ADMG baby

Written by:
Shagare Rivers, Thomas Jackson

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