[Intro]
600 K
Frontstreet K
Savagesquad K
OBlock K
You know how we rockin', TW shit man
TB in this business
600 K, fuck the opps
This Tyquan Way
[TB]
Who the fuck is dude, ya’ll some fuckin clizzys
We pop up with glizzys, Lil Chris totin' semi's
I got hittas with me, we be off the Remy
I bet ya’ll can't hit me, silent killer in me
And I keep a bankroll, I swear it be straight 50s and 20s
My n***as is realer than you
And Poppie sendin shots like he sinkin' a fool
I'm FTO, rest up young Tutu
And fuck 12 Lil B who I salute
I'm not a savage or a loose screw
I have them Venzell Villains take off with that 8-ball
Take his face off, Tyquan Way in the playoffs
King Drive them boys got a deadline, put a fat ass hole in his line
Yo hoes hit my line and I am not lying
This fo-nick tear up yo spine, I'm on my goddamn grind
It is my time, all this ice and shine
LC leave you blind
If you smokin on Tooka we hit that cut
Then you know we do it
Sneakdiss on the gang, then we gonna unscrew em
Fuck the opps they be killing for coats
Im 600K, fuck 8 double 0
He walked on the V and caught a hollow ( Lil Jock )
FYB means yo bitch giving me throat
Its Tyquan Way Tookaville do you want smoke?
Shoutout Lil Bubba and shoutout to Jerk
Wooski and Lil Twan put n***as in dirt
007 put in all of that work
Nina flirt for Venzell we are super turnt
[Poppie]
Started as a youngin', tote tools like I'm plumbing
Lil Chris steady poking, Frontstreet they be joking
Poke em in slow motion, Cheno what I’m smoking
DQ you a goofy shoot clips like a movie
Wet em no jacuzzi I stay with my toolie
Pop up on the Drive, all headshots, bitch I be smokin on dead opps
We dont shoot leg shots unless yall luck up
Frontstreet got us fucked up
Pick yo mans up I know his chest hurt
TW we put in the best work
Then we go party, hit the Dusse, off the Remy
LJ he still got the fifty
Two 40s two masks, n***as don’t get no passes
Pop out the cut and we blastin
Yo bitch I hit that, in the hallways I spit that
Two 40s two Big Macs and we tote that
[Richie Jerk]
M a money man, fuck a bitch, Im about my bag ( Run it up )
Run up on me, got Lil Bubba with me he gon chalk his ass
Slide thru the O we gon catch an O we gon bag his ass
There go Lil Boo, fuck tirehead, we gon stretch his ass
Caught him loafin ona Drive wet em up like Capo
And Im sipping lean and we pourin folks smoking Capo (Marshawn)
Red beam on his hip where you goin', ain’t no runnin n***a
And we gunnin n***as, get that 50 leave a n***a slumped n***a
Free Bugged Up Lil Darrell, free Lil Mike out that cell
Fuck the opps, n***a rest in hell
Ona Deuce we got a lot of shells ( a lot )
Ride thru, get you shit flipped
Smoking opp n***as out the zip
Shoutout Bico thats my brodie n***a got that 30 he a let it rip
Run up, get hit, Lil Bubba bussin off the shits
If you run up he got that 30 on him, he got a 33 exact on his hip
Its Sak Gang and we thumbin thru them hundreds
Run up and we drummin, 50 in this Tec its drummin
[Outro]
Free N-Dot
Free Lil Mike
Free Lil Darrell
Shoutout L.J
Brodie takes the fucking set
Yeah man, bitchass n***as, ya'll some hoes
Fuck the opps, fuck Frontstreet, B.D.K. forever
We are Sakboys man, ya'll know how we rockin'
TW-shit, two letter gang
Free N-Dot man
Free the fucking guys man, fuck the opps
Eyy man get yo’, TW man, Tyquan Way man, Tyquan way or gunplay
Fuckin' goofy, clizzy ass boy
N***as better stop sneakdissin' on the gang man
Lil Bubba waddap man? Fuck the opps forever
Free ma big bro Lil Darrell man
Ya know shawty straight buggin' man, on foenem
