[Intro]
N***as gettin' childish, but they retarded
Fool, these n***as tweakin'
(Rare, what the fuck?)
Six, long live Fifty, bitch
Haha

[Verse]
We posted up with fifties, you a dummy if you try to slide (Pew, pew)
And you can't hang with gang if you ain't never seen no homicide (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
We put shit to sleep, that wrapped 'em up, we left 'em unified (Yeah)
Posted up on guns avenue with a big fire (Cook Road)
Lil' one try that brave shit, we put his ass up in the sky
Two bands of Weezy in my 'Wood 'cause I get big high (Weezy, Weezy)
I'm turnt up with no work (Turnt up), could throw me and then get Bragg' in
They like, "Lil Tay, why you do that, boy?" Right there they know I get mad (Ha)
Pull up shootin' for lil' three, got range like I'm Stephen Curry
They know I got aim, so when I hit, they get down in a hurry
Call Flip, he pull up in a hurry
Call Shy, he pull up in a hurry
We the ones brought pression to the opps, we got them boys worried (Them boys scared)
I'ma be 2 Solid Gang, babyface reaper (Six)
Wanna learn how to walk down? Then, n***a, I could teach ya
N***as keep speakin' on Fifty name 'til I send they ass to meet him (Lil' Fifty)
He ain't even gon' see it comin', this lil' beam just gon' greet him
My whole gang turnt up tryna knock a n***a off
Know this bitch stay tucked on me, I go violent in 'em all (Six)
Your whole gang burnt out, all dead young gon' sow (Perc' head)
Smuttin' all the opp bitches, got 'em drippin' through they drawers (Haha)
Hit some signs behind me, fuck it, hit it on the law (Voom)
N***as really get to turn in soft behind the walls
How you ride and switch up on the gang? I thought you was my dawg (Fuck him)
Bitch, I'm goin' straight and I don't even need no hook (At all)
Opps beat put up, everytime we hit they block, we leave 'em shooked
All-black SD, new attachment, it's a beam (Man)
And it came with a lemon squeeze, I ain't shootin' at no knees
If we ain't talkin' with no cut, I'm givin' straight rock to the fiends (A genie)
Watch 'em put him in his knees, shoot it up and get to tweakin' (Shoot, go)
Gang street shit, we stay in they shit, we won't let 'em get easy (Took out)
Smokin' Weezy, this shit gettin' easy, lil' folks bitch tryna eat me (Four easy)
Opps mad, they say I'm goin' up, I'm still Lil Tay, I'm gon' bust (Yeah)
Your lil' pistols be in pictures more than action, they could let dust? (Wow)
We be killers and order me fashion n***as, know we dangerous (Boss)
These lil' hard head n***as from the six-oh, hope you stay timorous (Boss Bragg')
Everytime a body drop in dirt, they try to blame us (Boom, boom, boom)
[Outro]
Ayy, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
Big six, from the dirt to the bricks
N***as already know why the fuck we goin' up
Long live Fifty