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Ayy, six gang, niggas fucking know RIP T1, RIP Chaos, free all my sixes man Greenford, niggas know (Munroe) Six gang, free Sixty, free Suspect Ayy, you listenin' man? Free my dargy AbSavage Free Adz, free Nino, free all my family, my niggas know, man Free the members, ayy Wallahi, soon home cuz Free the fucking team, shout my brother Workrate Niggas know, that's my fuckin' family Shout all the sixers on the road for holdin' shit down, free my people Six, six, six, six, gang

If you spoke on T, you're liable To hold this ching, irreversible Put his name in an article Then pray it's a pack when I shove this tool All of our drills been remarkable But let me not chat what the mandem do Cah I might end up in Felts with the goons That's Adz and 60 too Triggz got caught on the lack, he dashed I watched his bro get splashed Ran off and left his sis when broski ran in the crib Coming like—, coming like broski's infertile He let off six shots, didn't get no kids (Coming like broski's infertile) (He let off six shots, didn't get no kids) Runnin' through my contacts How many youts got robbed? None of that got run back None of them pop come back Cah they know that I chef it or back it and bun that (Bun that) If I said it, I'ma lick man down Nobody can fuckin' mend it I abuse my credit If Worksy calls for a nine he'll probably tek it (Tek it) They don't link SP, that's Cali and lean Posted on the block, not fencing (Fencing) Jigga walks with the lean That's a big twenty 23, free bro, lil' A loves cheffin' Bare man just type and talk like Reddit (Reddit) If you're talkin' London's Western Then you better mention six gang, legends How many youts got severed? (Severed)

All I need is a single minute (Minute) To mingle with it, true (True) Back it, dip it, ching it Back to the hood, don't claim dat chingin' Get man down in my Six gang chargies Whip got burned by my EM Malis (Malis) Shout out to my RC dargies Cah the mandem come way too crassis All I need is a single minute (Minute) To mingle with it, true (True) Back it, dip it, ching it Back to the hood, don't claim dat chingin' Get man down in my Six gang chargies Whip got burned by my EM Malis (Malis) Shout out to my RC dargies Cah the mandem come way too crassis

Just bought my zeggy It's twenty-twenty, right now I need plenty reddies Workrate from young been cheffy Get man down and I sip my Tetley (Tetley) Every time that the opp boys vex me I jump in the dinger and touch man's bestie I thought that I wifed that .17 till I met that Smith and Wesson Gotta keep a eye out, no Fetty Cah them fed boys really wanna arrest me Can't end up on the wing like Messi Cah the truth is mumsy need sterling (Sterling) If I hear he's got grub, I'll jerk it Then I might just hire a servant Bag that to the nicest sizes Then I just watch them drugs convertin' (Convertin') When we ride on opps, put six in the tray No dots so we don't put two in I ain't talk about frying chicken When I say dat I got barbies queuein' Say you got savages, buck up with gang, that's your army ruined More time you'll hear that we bored him up And a couple more bells went through him I heard JB just jumped in the booth, got me thinkin' oh shit, uh-oh (Uh-oh) Like how you gonna send for Workrate when his right hand bored down your blood bro? If I hear that broski's in smoke, you already know man's ridin', hundo And I done proved that several times, get 'em down on the back or main road