6.52 lyrics

Sledgren
Dreamer on the beat, wake up

[Verse 1: Nuskii]
Young n*gga do this sh*t with ease huh
By any means, couple tricks still up my sleeve huh
Came from nothing still got packs off in abundance
Watch how you move I know some n*ggas really on it
Too precise for my opponent
Nobody safe, foe nem came to play
So who gone die today
I switch my style they say I change but in my heart I been this way
Youngest out the crowd and still I rise to my profound
I still won’t make a sound, I know these n*ggas feel now
And b*tch you know my side, you get hit with 9
Leave yo mama crying
Shots fired, still up onnat sh*t
So don’t test thе G
sh*t get gutta when you over еast
Couple Glocks a piece
Known for all the static, n*ggas try me watch he rest in peace

[Verse 2: Tramaine]
Tell me who gone ride
And I got twos inside my main account
These hoes be hanging on
I ain’t on sh*t outside from hanging out
You know my 6 my 5 my 2 my side my homies banged it out
The way we played it fade by fade sh*t I'm surprised we made it out
You know my guys will take your gal and one of my partners play with pounds
You know I c*ck it blaze your spot up before your cars can make they rounds
I pay my promise back and bounce he rest in peace
Say RIP the opps get lonely losing partners to the beef
They know my G's, you know I would rather lose my peace before I lose my people
Two time felon types within my reach just in case you lose your ego
Best watch how you move where we go, I got clips with sequels shhhh
You know that b*tch gone speak like it can’t keep a secret n*gga
You know my doggies is off the leash and out your league lil n*gga
Pit frame to a beagle n*gga whip change with the seasons n*gga

[Verse 3: Skiinny]
Right or wrong you know I ride for mine, hit me right on time
We send a hit you know you crossed the line
He must be out his mind, b*tch you can’t step to one of mine
Couple gangstas on my side, n*ggas snakes I’m not surprised
I don’t f*ck wit that n*gga, he ain’t one of my guys
I was out all night when my homie had died
These n*ggas don’t step these n*ggas go live
Try step on my sh*t that sh*t don’t fly
Yo b*tch in the back and she down for the ride
I’ll get yo lo tell you come outside, you think it’s yo b*tch it’s me and the guys
He was talkin that sh*t, man at least he tried
I’m with the Mobb n*ggas know my side
Over East you know we hang lil n*gga, quick to bang on a n*gga
Da f*ckin G and you a stain lil n*gga I keep a nameless killer
pus*y n*gga keep yo pockets tucked them n*ggas hot as f*ck
You earned yo stripes when you picked that rocket up and dumped outside the truck

[Verse 4: Vince Ash]
It’s the gwalla folk, two dolla G
2MTC this yompa scream
Sealing packs of ya dah mean
Ain’t dropping less than 17
Eastside down to each side
Known to beat a price and get em touched
What I say on the other one
sh*t you in better hands you f*ck wit us
I promise, .4. ounce bounce, you come up out that
Peekin where yo house at, the boys know we was bout that
Pray yo soul to keep, a pole a piece, you won’t get close to me
If folks had got em dusted, no discussion, he where he supposed to be
Yo BM wanna role with me, tell her I need parts in that
Blap her back, gasping, like she bout ta have a heart attack
ARs attached, Rutgers, Drakes and Glocks, stop it’s hammer time
Wop taught me to flip a pack and I did it bout 30 times