61st To 64th (Remix) Lyrics

From the west side to the east side

Everybody wanna war

Everybody got a glizzy

If you don't you just a score

When we catch em

It go click clack

And these hollows hawk him down

We gon blick back

Five nem sit back

Hit his house with hundred rounds

My ops see me

And they know to run

My pistol hold a drum

How you trynna beef wit me

Bitch you don't even own a gun

It's ok

Come beef with me

Cause I just bought another gun

I just got a brand new stick

And you can't even hold a gun

My ops see me and they know to run

Come get it back in blood

I just hit the strip

In Oklahoma

And Ain't even throw no ones

I don't wanna go inside the club

If I can't bring a gun

Ever since lil kimmy

I been iffy

Play wit me he done

Thirty shots for op niggas

I put forty K on yo head

My killer do it for stimulus

Six hundred and he dead

I don't wanna cuff no hoe

We just throw em to the gang

And I don't want lil shawty

She let bro nem run a train

She bus it open do the cry baby

I'm trynna turn her ass to my baby

But I know lil baby a gnat

I beat up the cat

And I had to say bye baby

I promise I did that

What you need son

I'ma get that

Y'all ain't even get y'all blick back

Big slime

Around all five

Screaming slit slat

From the west side east side

Everybody wanna war

Everybody got a glizzy

If you don't you just a score

When we catch em

It go click clack

And these hollows hawk him down

We gon blick back

Five nem sit back

Hit his house with hundred rounds

My ops see me

And they know to run

My pistol hold a drum

How you trynna beef wit me

Bitch you don't even own a gun

It's ok

Come beef wit me

Cause I just bought another gun

I just got a brand new stick

These bitches can't even hold a gun