61st to 64th

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61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch

Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score

Catch him lackin', get the blick and he don't blick back, chase him down

Bullets rippin' through his chest with extra clips for all these switches

Opps, they see me and they know to run, my Glock a golden gun

How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun

Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?

All these b- suckin' d-, they come with us, they using tongues

Pull up in that scat fast, chrome hearts, a fresh tag

Balled a bad b- out and sent her home with a wet a-

N- get to tweakin', we don't think first, we just splat, splat

And I slimed plеnty n- out, I could say slatt, slatt

I'll come to your city for a show

I ain't gon' perform if I don't get Glock through thе door

B-, I'm from the 'Raq, I ain't gon say it's on the floor

HotHead burnin' in my Backwood, that's the only thing I smoke

Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp, Joc pack

Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp, bam gettin' smoked now

Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back, y'all still ain't get y'all get back

Whole city know we with that, first n- caught shit splat

61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch

Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score

Catch him lackin', get the blick and he don't blick back, chase him down

Bullets rippin' through his chest with extra clips for all these switches

Opps, they see me and they know to run, my Glock a golden gun

How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun

Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?

All these b- suckin' d-, they come with us, they using tongues