631 MAKES ME
Lyrics
(Yung Germ)
In the field, is you gonna hold it down or is you gonna squeal?
Told my bigger brother, "Fuck with me and we gon' touch a mill'"
Blood ties, you gon' get with this, we'll see who's really real
My doggy, is you really gonna bleed for me?
I'ma ride up front, nobody lead for me
Day-ones been tryna switch their motherfuckin' team on me
Shotty to his head, I got his dreams on me
Little Reggie died up in that action, he was leaned on me
Now, I don't do apologies, we gon' get you back
Turn your town to white tees and coffin Cadillacs
Spin your block in broad day, at night we spin it back
Kill me before I call in the gunship
I make shit to raise the city's crime rates
6-3-1, we get it done, that's just how crime pays
I get drugs and flip 'em at a high rate
6-3-1, dog gang until my die day
I make shit to raise the city's crime rates
6-3-1, we get it done, that's just how crime pays
I get drugs and flip 'em at a high rate
6-3-1, dog gang until my die day
Writer(s): Junius Rogers
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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