6ix-Oshit, Pt. 2 - 600Breezy

Look

Walk around waving sticks like a blind man

Bullets hot like frying pans bitch you always lying, damn

Iceman Iceman I just brought them pipes in

Don’t tweak 'cause I’m lightskinned I’ll take your fucking life fam

Smoking green, that’s Peter Pan

Came off the block from serving sand

Shoot your back like Ricky damn

He live he like Lieutenant Dan

Pop up on your block like Spam Taurus on me, son of Sam

Two guns, Yosemite Sam I’m known to let that fucker blam

Goofy mob, we let pistols spark wet like Noah’s Ark

Get you robbed

Diamonds dancing yellow like they on the cob

You a opp

Niggas dissing me but they ain’t fucking hot

Rugers pop, send 600 niggas to come do the job

Sipping, drinking, smoking, then just threw six figures in the bank

Niggas hating cause they can’t

Pistol busting, make them plank

«Breezo,» they like «you the shit»

This thirty popping, toolie spit

Winning and you losing, bitch

This .40 got a ruler clip baby this that Six O shit

Rolling spliffs and talking shit known to let that chopper spit

Ain’t no need for a doctor, bitch

Me and you the opposite hear you niggas talking shit

Rubber band, I’m popping shit

Cool on me, you lost it bitch

Had to say that shit again

Two pretty guns, they twenty twins

Lean or it’s Henny Hen

Get back bitch I’m not your friend

Hell no I ain’t your man

Leaning, I got bad habits

Bugs Bunny niggas mention me

I’mma start hunting rabbits

Touchdown like a college classic

Fuck that rap shit, make it tragic

Toolies busting, pistols clapping

Nigga, you ain’t about that action

600 Cartel, my bloods, they say Bartel

Popping on a large scale

You hating niggas go to hell

Bitch!

This that Six O shit, nigga