600 On Top lyrics

[Hook: Young Famous]
Fo'nem be poppin' and sh*t
Droppin' them bodies and sh*t
600 on top of this sh*t
It ain't no stoppin' this sh*t
n*ggas ain't nothin' at that
Boy we got choppers and tecs
And we got Glizzys and Macs
And there's 50's in that
Ain't no messin' with that

[Verse 1: Young Famous]
Gotta a Glock with the drum
Get a n*gga on the run
Catch a n*gga like a track meet
That n*gga don't die
I slide to his room
I'm squeezing his IV
They knowin' they hard
They fear me like God
My n*ggas tote Tecs
They come and pull back
Young Famous the sarge
My killas, they kill
And 600 my village
Don't come in my reach
My n*ggas got Mondo Burgers
Macs like kill a king
I am the champ
I'm so undefeated
My gun transformin' to Sam
With Wicke from Even Stevens
If n*ggas want beef
They come and see me
I feel like I'm Arbys
Young Famous the guy
I'm permanent fly
I'm sharper than sharpies
n*ggas that sneak diss?
A permanent target
I catch me a homi-
I wrap up the body and put it in carpet
[Hook: Young Famous]
Fo'nem be poppin' and sh*t
Droppin' them bodies and sh*t
600 on top of this sh*t
It ain't no stoppin' this sh*t
n*ggas ain't nothin' at that
Boy we got choppers and tecs
And we got Glizzys and Macs
And there's 50's in that
Ain't no messin' with that

[Verse 2: 600Breezy]
Got a .45 with no kickback
Gotta walk up and push your sh*t back
L'A gang, b*tch we gettin' that
Smoke your stupid ass like a swisher pack
Got more cans than a 6 pack
Put this glizzy riqht to your 6 pack
Put your hands up, let me get that
Got magazines, any issue Jack
b*tch I'm Breezo, from 6-0
And we kill people, that's simple
We ain't got it all, b*tch we mental
We walk around with pistols
On the opp's block like "Where they at though?"
And we ain't with the chitter chat hoe
Ridin' round and we got poles
Tryna slide up and snatch souls
We got them choppers and sh*t
Catchin' them bodies and sh*t
FNs and llamas and sh*t
It ain't no stoppin' us b*tch
Slide up with Rugers and shooters
We blowin' like tubas, spread bullets like rumors
600 my n*ggas come do you
Got 30s with rulers, might blow this medusa
b*tch!
[Hook: Young Famous]
Fo'nem be poppin' and sh*t
Droppin' them bodies and sh*t
600 on top of this sh*t
It ain't no stoppin' this sh*t
n*ggas ain't nothin' at that
Boy we got choppers and tecs
And we got Glizzys and Macs
And there's 50's in that
Ain't no messin' with that