[Intro]
Steve Drive
Steve Drive

[Chorus]
Ain't no exposing me
I be in them trenches, where a n***a say he 'posed to be (dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a n***a ass up, he can't get close to me
Fye a n***a ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a hoe, he a bitch
He a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit

[Verse 1]
It's gon' be a murder
Smokin' Scrapp and I got my strap
Long live Burger
Tough as hell on the 'net, but on their block, unheard of
Pour a four of Poppie Juice, what's that? That's that syrup
Lil Dee in the kitchen with them pots, he gon' stir up
12 get up on this bitch, it's that, we gon' "Skrt - skrt!"
Long live Headshot HEC don't disrespect, your face on a shirt
Off that Zeko, Tooka, and that Fatz, we gon' put in work
Sneaky talking, sayin' this and that, just gon' get 'em murked
You don't want them shells from that MAC
Chase a n***a down, like Ricky, shoot your back
We shoot up your kickback, then it's back to the 'Met
I'ma die for my set, D Block where it's at
[Chorus]
Ain't no exposing me
I be in them trenches, where a n***a say he 'posed to be (dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a n***a ass up, he can't get close to me
Fye a n***a ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a hoe, he a bitch
He a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit
Yeah, ayy

[Verse 2]
It's a hit, pull up with them blicks, check him off the list
Shoot ya face, jalapeños eat 'em, you won't see my fists
Feed his body, mixin' Tooka with that Brick up in the Lobby (Tooka) (Jermaine)
They new to this, we true to this, we ridin' with them Ruger sticks
Bust your medulla, bitch, leave him on the curb
'Cause he was snoozing, bitch, Foe gave us the word
We come through scoomin' shit, n***a, move around!
You don't know who you with
Come and see what's to me, but since you be assuming shit
Tooka Man and Terry Barry got me on the moon and shit (Tooka? TB)
Put the Six right on my back
Can't lack 'cause we done been through some shit
Can't hang around 600, O'Block, goofy, go and do some shit
Go shoot at the opps!
[Chorus]
Ain't no exposing me
I be in them trenches, where a n***a say he 'posed to be (dummy)
Foe 'nem wet a n***a ass up, he can't get close to me
Fye a n***a ass up, he gon' need surgery
Ambulance get his ass up, he sold his soul to me
He a hoe, he a bitch
He a rat, he a snitch
I'm Six O, I won't switch
I got 50 shots in this Glizzy and I promise I won't miss
Before I let her alley-oop, put this .40 to her shit