600 on Top - 600Breezy, Young Famous

Fo’nem be poppin' and shit

Droppin' them bodies and shit

600 on top of this shit

It ain’t no stoppin' this shit

Niggas 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

Gotta a Glock with the drum

Get a nigga on the run

Catch a nigga like a track meet

That nigga don’t die

I slide to his room

I’m squeezing his IV

They knowin' they hard

They fear me like God

My niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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

Niggas that sneak diss?

A permanent target

I catch me a homi-

I wrap up the body and put it in carpet

Fo’nem be poppin' and shit

Droppin' them bodies and shit

600 on top of this shit

It ain’t no stoppin' this shit

Niggas 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

Got a .45 with no kickback

Gotta walk up and push your shit back

L’A gang, bitch 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

Bitch I’m Breezo, from 6−0

And we kill people, that’s simple

We ain’t got it all, bitch 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 shit

Catchin' them bodies and shit

FNs and llamas and shit

It ain’t no stoppin' us bitch

Slide up with Rugers and shooters

We blowin' like tubas, spread bullets like rumors

600 my niggas come do you

Got 30s with rulers, might blow this medusa

Bitch!

Fo’nem be poppin' and shit

Droppin' them bodies and shit

600 on top of this shit

It ain’t no stoppin' this shit

Niggas 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