"6WA" lyrics
BigXthaPlug, Ro$ama, MurdaGang PB & Yung Hood Lyrics
Let this shit ride, Ton
Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (Aye)
Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600
Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryin' to get money
Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm coming
Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'
Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public
PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it
Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject
Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'
Well, it's the loccsta groova, original tiny Hoover
600 active member, duckin' the crash unit
Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick
Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, "I do it"
Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade
Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged
Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei
All hail to the 6WA
6 in the mornin', feds at my door
Should've seen them niggas comin', but the cameras was broke
Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope
Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (Fuck it up)
Bitch, that's my favorite word
If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (Fuck it up)
Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt
Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (Fuck it up)
Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need
Where I'm from, this shit get ruthless like my name was Eazy-E
I got the formula, D.O.C., Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap
A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? Give a fuck about the law, I hate police
Give a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell
Get my bitch on the line, go make my bail
Touch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales
Somewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular
Got it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky
Real trap nigga, baby, no flockin'
Can't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'
Lipo with the pole, tryna get a new body
Pull-pulled out the jammy and like a mirage
A sissy like that got out of Dodge
Sucka on me 'cause the title I'm holding
Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8-Ball rollin' (Aye)
Well, bitch, it's BigX, and I run with the clique they call 600
Way before all of this rap, I was outside tryin' to get money
Every nigga pissed me off paid their debt or know I'm coming
Got on all these chains, feel like a slave, pop off, know I ain't runnin'
Bitch, it's 6WA, so I might spazz on you in public
PB up the Drac', I told him chill 'cause I know he gon' dump it
Pass that bitch to Lumpy, he know how to shh, let's change the subject
Shit, we gettin' paid and havin' shit, so I can't tell 'bout nothin'
Well, it's the loccsta groova, original tiny Hoover
600 active member, duckin' the crash unit
Gangin', type of nigga that do drive-bys in a Buick
Bumpin' music, head bobbin', have 'em screamin' out, "I do it"
Um, minute-made long dreads, high fade
Dark skin, big dick, got the girls deranged
Ro$ama, Mr. Pussy Sensei
All hail to the 6WA
6 in the mornin', feds at my door
Should've seen them niggas comin', but the cameras was broke
Tried to run to the back and flush all of the dope
Ram truck hit the spot, now we all on the floor (Fuck it up)
Bitch, that's my favorite word
If she ain't suckin' dick, then kick that ho to the curb (Fuck it up)
Bitch, go dig your homies outta the dirt
Caught him lackin' in traffic and put his ass on a shirt (Fuck it up)
Neighborhood dope man, tell me what you need
Where I'm from, this shit get ruthless like my name was Eazy-E
I got the formula, D.O.C., Dr. Dre, got the chronic for cheap
A sixer with attitude, who want some beef? Give a fuck about the law, I hate police
Give a fuck 'bout jail, show me my cell
Get my bitch on the line, go make my bail
Touch down, cause hell, I'm back makin' sales
Somewhere in the Cliff bussin' down, I'm a regular
Got it rollin' and rockin', beat up the box like Rocky
Real trap nigga, baby, no flockin'
Can't ride with me if you ain't doin' no slidin'
Lipo with the pole, tryna get a new body
Writer(s): Andre Young, O'Shea Jackson, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman, Xavier Landum, Tony Coles Anderson, Ro'darrion Harrison, Byron Grant, Deondrae Carver
