61st to 64th

Chew Chew 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