6 Baronne Awk Awk

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up

Nigga get yo life lit up

Yeah yeah yeah wootay

I say boot up or shut up or

Get yo fuckin life lit up

Yeah yeah yeah wootay

First verse

{tec-9}

Chillin on the set with the fully automatic tec

Never was caught slippin that's how I got my respect

I pop em up pop em up watchin bleed to death

Ya played with the tec-9 now ya takin yo last breath

Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters

Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters

Now everybody comin up to be the rulers and gangsters

But Im a tell you who the real fuckin killer is

Its an third ward nigga it's an third ward nigga

Yes it's an third ward nigga got the bitches and money

While Im chillin on the corner Im a get fucked up

My nigga t got a forty and brought two cups

Lil ya is chillin yella is thuggin and talkin on the phone

And Im chillin on 6th and baronne they call us

U..l.v. u..l.v. we comin straight out the

Fuckin one two three let a bitch rub up on us

Im a load my chrome fat gangster lil somethin

Bout 6th and baronne

Second verse

{lil ya}

I was chillin on the corner of 6th and baronne

With a forty in my hand and about to get tore

I got my dope stash and a tec on my side

For them jokin mutherfuckers who be doin drivebys

For them pussy ass niggas Ive been tryna kill

I got a bullet proof vest and it's made of steel

For you sissy ass niggas thinkin they hard

I get my tec and my nine and bout to pull yo car

When a niggas on the set we makin money again

Drinkin forty red bullets smokin boo-koo weed

Its fucked up gettin drunk makin money havin fun

Five-0 come but our dirt is all ready done

This is the place I call my mutherfuckin home

Cuz Im chillin on 6th and baronne

Chorus

I say boot up or shut up

Nigga get yo life lit up

Yeah yeah yeah wootay

I say boot up or shut up or

Get yo fuckin life lit up

Yeah yeah yeah wootay

Third verse

{yella boy}

Here comes an hard head rapper bout to crush yo phone

My name is yella boy no not sylvester stallion

Born and raised in third because that's my home

There's not another gangster set like 6th and baronne

Because the bitches peepin out seven days a week

I wait for the first and third to get paid ya see

My boys in rumors creepin up but I just don't care

This is live or die sucker no not you thug there

I ride on other gangsters turf and need a gangstas fit

Cash money means ya got to stay legit

Throwin paper in the air a quarter now an ounce

Then I call my dog bitch take her to wall street and make her bow