6074 ft. Sho G Lyrics

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