AV6 lyrics

[Verse 1: Foolio]
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Leeke died, Meechy died, another opp sick (Leeke)
Celebration on the Ave, we got the block lit (Ha)
He was lacking on that lean, got his car hit (Gang)
The whole gang f*ck Lil' Niesha, little opp-opp b*tch (b*tch)

[Verse 2: Jarvo]
Swing a n*gga block, skrr, you know we got them chopsticks
Meechy in my lungs, we hit a n*gga block quick (Cut)
He talking crazy, run them down, it was a quick blitz (Come on)
Another opp that's in the air, we post up in the bricks

[Verse 3: G3Litty]
Skrr, man down, it's a four-four (Get down, get down)
Tell the opp that they can't post up at their corner store (Brr-brr)
Faceshot, closed case, we just upped the score (Come here)
Free Lil' Fe', Mr Hit-Yo-Block-And-Swing-The-Door (Free FeFe b*tch)

[Verse 3: JusBloo]
I'm smoking Quise on the V, that's my favorite opp (She go)
We blitzed their block at 5 o'clock, I heard two got popped
That Glock .23, Gen 4, that's my favourite Glock (my lil' Gen)
And f*ck the opps, we on they block, we got plenty wops

[Verse 4: Fetti Osama]
When we hop out, them bodies drop, you better duck yo' top (Woah)
Post up and got Leek in the Glock, we turned him into a star (Go)
He tried to run from the gun but he ain't make it far (Uh-uh)
Man down, .22 drop, hit up another car
[Verse 5: Curt Gotti]
I'm smoking- Ackafool in this f*cking blunt (JohnJohn)
They caught Leeke ass and turned his ass into some runtz (Leeke)
b*tch we on the Ave, we posted up with a hunnid guns (A-Block)
Smoking Meechy and B5 that's a two-for one (Meech)

[Verse 6: Stony]
Draco go bananas, ain't no monkey, get to peel a n*gga (Haha)
Hop out, we rock out, know Lil' Stoney got them killers with us (Got 'em hit)
Other n*ggas keep speaking on my brother, they gon' feel a n*gga (On god)
Holla G3 and tell him "get him", he gon' zip a n*gga (Ha)

[Verse 7: Dolt4Bibs]
Smoking 2-3, smoking John mixed with 4 (Smokin' 4)
I f*cked his opp b*tch and you know she gave the lo (Opp thot)
Sliding back-to-back, tryna up the score (Grrah)
When you see this Honda, you better get low (Get low)

[Verse 8: Cojack]
Better duck your taco, choppa filled with hollows (Hollows)
Smoking Meechy Leeke, mix it up with Ralo (Meechy! Leeke!)
Keep young V's with me everywhere that I go (Vee)
Can't catch that sprinter, then we shooting up that Tahoe (Come here)

[Outro: Cojack & others]
b*tch ass n*gga, ahh, come here
Meechy Leeke, 6Block 6Block
Long live 3-5, long live Bibby, A Block (RIP, RIP) (gang)
Stupid ass n*gga in this ho [?]
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Too bad n*ggas only [?] Trey D (Brr, brr, go)
Aye, you can't put no more breath in that fat n*gga, b*tch ass n*gga Meechy
Leeke dumbass off lean he died, Leeke dumbass off lean he died
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
Quise, we tucked yo' chain
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' on
Cojack in this b*tch, you know that I'm rockin'
(Cheering from group)
You already know whose voice this is (Stupid ass n*gga)
Gang sh*t, gang, free Fe'