[Intro: Young Dizz]
Do a drill and repent
4 man, 3 shanks on the opp block
24 inch will leave him drenched
Like how many times have I cheffed him?
How's he alive? It don't make sense
[Verse 1: Showkey]
Six shots in that brucka (Bow)
Boom-bow, blacka (Bow)
And if she don't fuck and she don't give uck (Huh?)
She might as well fuck off (Gone)
'Cah man don't do that sit-back
Chit-chat, I ain't really into the ruckus (Never)
Six shots in the six-pack, in fact
Put six shots in your mother (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Fuck that, put six shots in the clip (Gone)
My niggas aiming at wigs (At wigs)
And nah, I ain't shot no one (No)
But man know that I di-di-di-dip (Dip, di-di-di-dip)
Scar in the dingy, it gets real sticky
'Cah my dip too clingy (Dip)
For them man I got ditty, 'cah when I get dippy (Yeah)
Nah, things ain't pretty (Never)
Yеah, it's all fun and games 'til we buck your mate 'cah hе silly (You're an eediat)
It's only brown and white that we're serving off to them nitties (Yeah)
More time I ride out 'cah I got mad thoughts and I'm itchy (Insane)
I could never be a snitch
But I'll still let it sing like Drizzy, aye (Rah, rah)
Still on that Va Va Voom (Yeah)
Switched it up to the skrr'n'skid (Skrr, skrr)
Some car cartoons (Dickheads)
I treat the opp boys like kids (Dickheads)
Huh? He said that he touched me (Huh?)
It must be a myth (What?)
'Cah Showkey, I'm comfy (Yeah)
And man know I don't grip (No)
Like, 814 24/7 (Gang)
How did he end up on a stretcher? (How?)
When man still backed his weapon (How?)
Yeah, got a dip in the whip
And the stick's got a kick like Tekken (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Yeah, shh got the S & Wesson
Mind that you don't get peppered (Mind that you don't get peppered)
Listen, I grip it, (Yeah)
In and out then I twist it (In)
Trust me, on Young Dizz shit
And it's Mayhem, Mula or Mischief
Aye, if I got my target (Yeah)
Trust me, I won't miss him (Never)
Rambo or that kitchen
Samurai or that flick ting (Dip, di-di-di-dip)
Bro's doing whip-whip, then he hit the strip
And then serves them fiends (Yeah)
Some man F, some man trap
But everyone's earning p's (Money)
I still burn them neeks (Yeah)
Why? For the R and E (Yeah)
(Don't you know Lil M bad?)
I'd do anything just to see them G's (Gang, gang)
[Verse 2: Lil Mdot]
Step in (Step in)
Don't you know Lil M bad?
Don't you know Lil M step with a weapon? (Pshh)
Combat ting, man kweff him (Pshh)
Feds on the left, man bend it (Skrr)
If there's an opp in distance
Man back my arm and then stretch it (Come here)
But tell your girl
Free up the pum (Aye)
Up in her belly, give her du-du-dum-dum (Aye)
Gonna take wood, suck wood then boom
[?], out the door man zoom
Shit, fuck, the gyal want love
How can I love when there ain't no trust? (Bow)
That's just nuts, come like nuts
We don't scrap, we just bruck
Yes, bruck a man down then cut (Bruck it)
Or samurai jerk man's gut (Dickhead)
They're a man down
Man tried bang my bro
So I kicked man's face on the bus (Stamp it)
Stamp it, stamp it, stamp like letter (Yes)
Chef, chop, red man's sweater (Yes)
Screw lost, call man Trevor (Mad)
Gun what? Girl, walk better (Girl)
Man Ghetto bop through your ends (Gang)
Come my block, get kwenged (Gang)
Man just talk like yats
That's why man got no friends (No)
Say you're on me, stop pretend (Stop it)
Catch man rebound, man'll get drenched
Man don't play, you know I'm OJ
I don't really care what the other side say (Fuck the other side)
[Verse 3: Young Dizz]
Revenge is sweet
Let me add fuel to the fire
Riding in stolen whips, we left no treads on the tire (Skrr)
Done a lot of wrong in this life, (I did)
I still roll with my knife
Tucked in bed with me, tight
I'm on the run and it's fed lights behind
Lost three bags to the feds
But it's calm 'cah I made that back (Real talk)
You better stick to the crud that you spoke
Real talk, you can't take that back (No way)
Late nights and the kidnaps
And there's blood all over the sheets
Hurry, listen
No one's leaving 'til someone coughs up the P's
11 on the dash, (Skrr)
The worker got bagged with the stash (Money)
I got pulled by the jakes
I thank God they didn't seize my cash (Thank God)
A selection of weapons
A1 got bagged with a Wesson
Got slapped with numerous charges, still didn't learn his lesson
Beat the case, (I beat it)
Bro beat the chase (Skrr)
Caught an opp on the mains
Bro, you should've seen his face (Should've)
Hold on, wait, still jump out when it's bait (Anywhere)
I got bagged but my bro got away
Then the feds were like, "Who's your mate?" (Who's that, who's that?)
I said it before (Yeah)
I'm booting down doors (Yeah)
Finesse me a Z of the raw (Yeah)
And they know that I'm looking for more
Came a long way from benners and scores
What you know about a man keep running his mouth
'Til we had to put a fist in his jaw (Who's that, who's that?)
[Outro: Young Dizz]
I said it before (Yeah)
I'm booting down doors (Yeah)
Finesse me a Z of the raw (Yeah)
And they know that I'm looking for more
Came a long way from benners and scores
What you know about a man keep running-
6 Shots was written by Young Dizz & Lil Mdot & Showkey.