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big 6 – bos flip lyrics

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[intro: bos flip]
big six (big six)
y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on (murder gang)
and i got this g26 on me right now (ayy, b*tch)
ayy, ayy
(noisy on the beat)
let’s go

[verse 1: bos flip]
26 on me right now and i just slapped a thirty in it
ayy, can’t wait ’til i touch down in that ‘raq and go get dirty with it (go)
ayy, i see why all my opps be mad, they broke plus they some dirty n*ggas
my mama told me, “get up off them pills,” but i just love that perky feelin’
ayy, bro ‘nem drop that bag, we don’t say sh*t, we leave your nerves twitchin’ (skrrt)
we spot a opp, we park the car right on the curve and get to hittin’
i thought he would’ve learned, i told him, “tighten up,” he gettin’ listed
ayy, b*tton on the back, so when i shoot it, it just gеt to glitchin’ (i shoot it)
ayy, she come to the crib, shе throwin’ throat, no, i ain’t do no kissin’
ayy, choppa hold a hundred plus a scope, no, i ain’t do no missin’ (bah)
ayy, opp block huntin’, if it’s smoke, we gon’ bring the issue
he got hit all in his top and plus his throat, he need more than seizures
ayy, big six, everybody out here know just how i’m comin’ (ayy)
talkin’ all that shooter sh*t, he see me, he was f*ckin’ runnin’ (that’s on my mama)
ayy, you could ask my opps, when they see me i just get to gunnin’ (that’s on six)
ayy, up this b*tch and blow it all in public, i won’t go for nothin’
ayy, november to february, we was on some bullsh*t (yeah)
ayy, caught him in that two*door and made him get a new whip (ha)
ayy, caught him walkin’ from the store, i pulled up on some cool sh*t
ayy, that was like ten months ago, that p*ssy still ain’t do sh*t (soft)
ayy, me, fifth and so, they was scared, they seen us in that splat (on god)
ayy, masked up, all*black, ayy, we ain’t do no small attack
ayy, n*gga say they got back, man, that sh*t be all cap
they ain’t get they dog back, they really got they dog whacked (let’s go)
[interlude: bos flip & stunna 4 vegas]
p*ssy got his sis’ hit, then he got his b*tch hit
then he got his mama hit, p*ssy got his brother whacked (hahahaha)
we be on some six sh*t, we be screamin’, “six sh*t” (hahaha, uh)
know the boys forever mad, they can’t get they l!ck back
ayy, bro ‘nem drop that bag, we don’t say sh*t, we leave your nerves twitchin’ (i drop that bag off)
we spot a opp, we park the car right on the curve and get to hittin’ (murk his head off, yeah)
i thought he would’ve learned, i told him, “tighten up,” he gettin’ listed (stupid)
ayy, b*tton on the back, so when i shoot it, it just get to glitchin’ (let’s go, it’s 4, frrt, )

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
nineteen x with a switch on me right now, it sound like twista spittin’
uh, i park out the car, hop out and i cl!ck, i don’t do no twitter cl!ckin’
f*ck him like a bar, welcome to 6 vegas, this a dirty business
tryna turn my bros to artists, but they tryna go on murder missions
ayy, i throw the four and crack the four (swear) ’cause i don’t like them n*ggas (i don’t like them n*ggas)
tay all out the window with his pole, think he a sniper (bah, bah)
if i rap about some sh*t we did before, i get indicted (fah)
he don’t f*ck with me, i prolly hit his ho, she’ll f*ck when get excited
he*he*he want a song, i told him, “bye” (six), want him gone, i bet i buy
my b*tch say these n*ggas still can’t f*ck with me, tell a b*tch she never lied (come on)
big six lil’ k!llers in the cut, that mean for 4 they wanna slide (what else?)
flip players, they stop with me, give a f*ck about if they signed (cheah)
there’s some problems, i’ll never leave my bros
i sip so much of syrup, you would’ve thought i had a cold (look)
made that sh*t look easy, them boys thought i had a code (uh*uh)
i know them n*ggas sick, i brought them gds through the door (i brought them n*ggas with me)
[outro: bos flip & stunna 4 vegas]
p*ssy got his sis’ hit, then he got his b*tch hit (he got his—)
then he got his mama hit, p*ssy got his brother whacked (he got his— he got his— hahahaha)
we be on some six sh*t, we be screamin’, “six sh*t” (huh, uh, uh)
know the boys forever mad, they can’t get they l!ck back
he was hidin’ in the house, that got his brother’s sh*t splatted
b*tch*ass n*gga went straight to woof on that ‘gram, still ain’t get no get*back
we take sh*t so far, you don’t be target ’cause we hit that
uh*huh, when the f*ck n*ggas call dispatch

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