Finatic - 6ix-2wos! Lyrics

OH MY GOD, DID FINATIC MAKE THIS?
Rockstar, Rockstar (Rrahh)
Im a Rockstar (Bow, Blttt)
Lil5iveten, Lil5iveten (Im So Slimee)

(Uh, uh-huh)
Uh (Uh-uh)
Dissin' on me, then I'm comin' to get you
7 .62s, shit sharper than pencils, I'll hit you with led
He tried to run, bullets rippin his tissue, shot f*ck up his mental, we hit up his head
Rolled down the window, lil bro' got the pistol, he blew like a whistle, we put him to bed
Told baeboy "Let's jump in the wheels, tryn' slide down the hill", You know that we sled
Nigga was talkin' out loud, but why he can't say shit now? Oh, cuz' he dead
Swing thru the block, hop out with a glock, tryn' split a nigga top like a loaf of wheat bread
Or, we'll swing thru the block with a mop, hop out, let it chop, shit shavin his dreads

Uh, uh
Brand new drac, let a nigga act tuff
That's how the last opp nigga got puffed
Smoked him, he thought he was rugged and ruff
Uh, niggas know, I don't smoke huff
Cop me some Charmz, this shit gettin' stuffed
Uh, I'on really give no f*cks
Uh, bitch, if it's up? Leave him stuck
Uh, I put him up, now he stuck
Uh, I roll him up, now I'm bussin'
Uh, nah, I ain't goin' for nun'
Uh, nigga, I'll bang at my cousin
Uh, they callin' 12 for ya' cousin
Uh, I hit his ass with a dozen
Uh, come in this field, we'll rush ya'
We blowin shit up like Russians
Niggas say "Stand for sum'n and don't fall nun'", so I ain't goin for nun'
You'll think it's Halloween, the way I make him Fall, and start carvin his Pumpkin
Frrr, switchie attached, it's a button
Faceshot, leave his shit ugly
Bah, headpop, leave his shit bubbly
I'm nun' you niggas could f*ck with

Dissin' on me, then I'm comin' to get you
7 .62s, shit sharper than pencils, uh-uh
He tried to run, bullets rippin his tissue, shot f*ck up his mental, uh-uh
Rolled down the window, lil bro' got the pistol, he blew like a whistle, uh-uh
Nigga, you know we official, bitch, we the deal (Dill), no pickles

We'll come thru ya block, throwin' .62s, they blowin' shit up like missles
Hop out throwin' shots, you better move, I'm sorry if we had to hit you
Dumb-dumb ass opp nigga, he a fool, we put his ass in dentention
We see a opp walkin' home frm school? I promise you, we gon' dismiss him

(Uh, uh-huh)
(Uh-uh, uh)
Dissin' on me, then I'm comin' to get you
7 .62s, shit sharper than pencils, I'll hit you with led
He tried to run, bullets rippin his tissue, shot f*ck up his mental, we hit up his head
Rolled down the window, lil bro' got the pistol, he blew like a whistle, we put him to bed
Told baeboy "Let's jump in the wheels, tryn' slide down the hill", You know that we sled
Nigga was talkin' out loud, but why he can't say shit now? Oh, cuz' he dead
Swing thru the block, hop out with a glock, tryn' split a nigga top like a loaf of wheat bread
Or, we'll swing thru the block with a mop, hop out, let it chop, shit shavin his dreads

Big gun that'll take off a head when I hop out
Like a Jack in a Box, I'ma pop out
I'll box a nigga with this knock-out
Hell no, I'on wolf with no opp, baeboy, just tell me if you wanna pull knocks out
Jump out then we whoopin' a opp, baeboy shouldve been on point when we hopped out, Bitch

Dissin' on me, then I'm comin' to get you
7 .62s, shit sharper than pencils, uh-uh
He tried to run, bullets rippin his tissue, shot f*ck up his mental, uh-uh
Rolled down the window, lil bro' got the pistol, he blew like a whistle, uh-uh
Nigga, you know we official, bitch, we the deal (Dill), no pickles
(Bitch)

Uh, Grrahh
Bitch (Uh, uh)
Lil5iveten-Lil5iveten (Rrahh-Rrahh)
Rockstar, Rockstar (Rrahh-Rrahh)
Im a Rockstar (Rrahh)