6.2 Music lyrics

[Intro: Mudbaby Ru & Rob49]
(Hey, DrumGod)
Ayy, let me fire that, ayy
Ayy, let me fire that, woo
Ayy, yeah, ayy, let the beat ride for a minute
Ayy, let me fire that (Yeah)
Ayy, 40 (Yeah)
Ayy, uh

[Verse 1: Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, n*ggas bustin' just like Mr. Biggs
Count the guap, go load the chop and hit the block and split a wig
High-speed on the knocks, this cattle shop, we like to butcher pigs
Can't speak on what we did, f*ck that sh*t, free Fizz, handle wax and go and stand on biz
I just got a switch up on my Glock, it whip sh*t like a kid
I just got the news that n*gga gone, he dead, I did a jig
Shh, be quiet, get the drop and smoke him like a cig
Shh, stop hidin', comе outside 'cause we know whеre you live

[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru]
Grrah, gang, that SRT music
That sh*t that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That sh*t that make you wanna see your mans and get to shootin'
That sh*t that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (Skrrt, skrrt)
What you slidin' in? b*tch, an SRT (Skrrt, skrrt)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Brodie 'nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads, crackin' sh*t, got codes to all Jeeps
[Verse 2: Rob49]
Yeah, trappin' and rappin' and makin' it happen (For real)
My n*ggas don't do no scams (Yeah)
Was cookin' that pot up in that kitchen (He cookin' up), they call him Auntie Pam (Yeah)
If my side ho n*gga catch her cheatin', I don't think his ass gon' care (At all)
He know I'm rich, lit, and pushin' P, n*gga can't f*ck with us (n*gga can't f*ck with us)
I put CC right on my b*tch and she bangin' like a Crip (Yeah)
Same thing I'm gon' do to my b*tch, I'ma do it to my blick (Yeah)
Switch it up, buy her some titties, have her lookin' pretty (Pretty up)
Soon as it get wet, I'ma squeeze, let it bust on n*ggas (Yeah)
b*tch, I come straight from the street, used to re-up twice a week, mm (Re-up twice a week)
n*ggas need to get on they feet, how the f*ck you tryna beef? (Yeah)
Think I went to school for weed, touchdown, go green (Yeah)
I'm a rap, trap, street n*gga from the courtroom to court seats, mm

[Verse 3: Mudbaby Ru]
I'm the one that trick off on the ho, that's if she love me
n*ggas post up on the block, I come through, clear the whole scene
I got switches, I got autos, I got chops, the whole thing
And if you wanna make your money, n*gga, cop a whole P
And if you wanna flip your profit, n*gga, get your packs gone
7.62 broke his bone, that n*gga died outside his home (Yeah)
Say, this that Hellcat music, slide by myself when I'm alone
Me and my white boys off them pills like Charlie Sheen, b*tch, we gone

[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru]
Grrah, gang, that SRT music
That sh*t that make you wanna come outside and get straight to it
That sh*t that make you wanna see your mans and get to shootin'
That sh*t that make you do drive-bys and act stupid (Skrrt, skrrt)
What you slidin' in? b*tch, an SRT (Skrrt, skrrt)
Police get behind me, ain't no catchin' me
Brodie 'nem just did a stain, they stole four and sold three
Keypads, crackin' sh*t, got codes to all Jeeps