“61st To 64th” Lyrics

61st to 64th, ain’t nobody on that porch
Er’body got a .30, er’body tryna score
Catch him lackin’, get the blick
And he don’t blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin’ through his chest
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me?
You don’t even own a gun
Yo’ lil’ homie died, you ain’t blick back, who gave lil’ folks a gun?
All these bitches suckin’ dick
They come with us, they using tongues

Pull up in that scat fast
Chrome Hearts, a fresh tag
Balled a bad bitch out and sent her home with a wet ass
Niggas get to tweakin’, we don’t think first, we just splat, splat
And I slimed plenty niggas out, I could say slatt, slatt
I’ll come to your city for a show
I ain’t gon’ perform if I don’t get Glock through the door
Bitch, I’m from the ‘Raq, I ain’t gon say it’s on the floor
HotHead burnin’ in my Backwood, that’s the only thing I smoke
Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp, Joc pack
Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp, Bam gettin’ smoked now
Y’all still ain’t get y’all lick back, y’all still ain’t get y’all get back
Whole city know we with that, first nigga caught shit splat

61st to 64th, ain’t nobody on that porch
Er’body got a .30, er’body tryna score
Catch him lackin’, get the blick
And he don’t blick back, chase him down
Bullets rippin’ through his chest
With extra clips for all these switches
Opps, they see me and they know to run
My Glock a golden gun
How you tryna beef with me?
You don’t even own a gun
Yo’ lil’ homie died, you ain’t blick back, who gave lil’ folks a gun?
All these bitches suckin’ dick
They come with us, they using tongues