561 ft. Ian J & Pc Tweezie Lyrics

In the 561

Niggas plottin' and they schemin'

Yea you gotta keep a gun on you

My dawgy got a woolie

Big drum

Get it poppin' if you creepin'

Better tell us where you from

Ohhhhh

They might just air it out

Toudoudou tou tou

On this side be careful what you say

These streets don't care about you

When that's all you know

Lord there's gotta be a better way

Smokin' loud

Pourin' 40s

Keep that heat down here in Florida

All my dawgs got street diplomas

In my hood

Face so good

It get ugly in the south

Bullet holes and junkies out

If it's dark, just keep it down

I told you it get ugly

In the 561

Niggas plottin' and they schemin'

Yea you gotta keep a gun on you

My dawgy got a woolie

Big drum

Get it poppin' if you creepin'

Better tell us where you from

Ohhhhh

Ugh

Militant gangsta

Armed and dangerous

Keep one in the chamber

Up with the banger

Play

I'ma paint ya

Stand in the kitchen and whip it with anger

Fucked up the beaker

I'm using a hanger

Don't come to my section

We don't fuck with strangers

How the fuck you a killa lil nigga

You shootin' out windows and aiming at ankles

Rats and roaches

Eviction notices

Poverty stricken

The glock got a dick in it

Told ya I'm real

Don't at me in mentions

I'm really that nigga

A poetic menace

Play with me pussy

Get put in a blender

Catch him in traffic and fuck up his fender

Shoot at the tank

Try to blow up the engine

My billies get wicked

You know I'll send em

Pussy

In the 561

Niggas plottin' and they schemin'

Yea you gotta keep a gun on you

My dawgy got a woolie

Big drum

Get it poppin' if you creepin'

Better tell us where you from

Ohhhhh

They might just air it out

Toudoudou tou tou

On this side be careful what you say

These streets don't care about you

When that's all you know

Lord there's gotta be a better way

Alright like

Three kids

Two adults in a two one

Look in my eyes

Could tell I been through sum

Still on the block

Same glock

Got a new gun

Smokin' big blunts

Need a new lung

Pussy you pie

Won't do nothin'

Ridin' with my dawg

Best believe I'm gon' shoot sumthin'

I been thuggin' since thirteen

I was on perkys

Got me feelin' like Hercules

Devil lurkin'

Tryna curse me

No mercy for any man that try to murk me

Swervin' in a Mercury

Servin' 30s

My 38 so dirty (Ugh)

I'm just tryna feed my son

From the 561

No love

Can't trust no one

Bitch I got a K and it came with a drum

Hit em arm, leg, leg, arm, head

He done

In the 561

Niggas plottin' and they schemin'

Yea you gotta keep a gun on you

My dawgy got a woolie

Big drum

Get it poppin' if you creepin'

Better tell us where you from

Ohhhhh

They might just air it out

Toudoudou tou tou

On this side be careful what you say

These streets don't care about you

When that's all you know

Lord there's gotta be a better way

Smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)

Keep that heat down here in Florida

All my dawgs (Got street diplomas)

In my hood

Face so good

In the south (Bullet holes and junkies out)

If it's dark

Keep it down (Down)