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6ix Flows Video (MV)




Performed By: Trevy Trev
Language: English
Length: 2:13
Written by: Trevor Randolph




Trevy Trev - 6ix Flows Lyrics




I feel like niggas ain't respecting a nigga
Shit, imma make em respect me
Aye Rick what it do fool

Uh, Uh, pull-up nigga right there
We totin' 30s bitch no we ain't scared
I keep a glock sit him down like a chair
These niggas be sweet like im eatin a pear
He tryna run up, you better not dare
I can't f*ck with you, you not in my square
Brrr, Hello
Come shop wit me good gas for the low
My brother he wit me you know he gon blow
Gotta white bitch wit me she stuffin her nose
If you get under pressure you better not fold
That nigga hot like a pan on a stove
I'm bringin my gun when i'm doin a show
Grroww, Bang, dead on the floor
Uh, Uh, I know that nigga ain't wit it
If i find out he dissin, send shots at his fitted
Uh, these niggas hot, tippin
Uh, these niggas not, spinnin
Uh, spin on yo block, i'm hittin
Passin' these bullets no Jeremy Lin
When i step out in public im fresh like a mint
Got gas in my sock i know they smell the stench
When i pull out the dawg, you better not flinch
These niggas be broke, in they pockets is lint
Uh, get outta line you gon' make me go dumb
Pop me a perk, it make me go numb
He wanted smoke, donate him a lung
That boy was rappin i cut out his tongue
Uh, that boy a vegan he don't want no beef
I got this shit straight out the mud like a cleat
Beat up a nigga i won't stop till he bleed
Don't care bout bitches i put on for my team
Damn bro why you say it like that
I don't beat around the bush i'm stating the facts
I ain't throwing money unless she makin it clap
Keep my brother wit me cause i know he gon hack
Got a problem wit me then you better address it
We already deep don't got time for no extras
I step in balenci that boy wearin sketchers
Oh that's yo bitch, you gotta do better
We wit that action we not tryna talk a lot
Catch him at the let out, he dead in the parking lot
Ain't talkin money then what is you talkin bout
We shoot out the car, we don't do no jumpin out
If it's up then it's stuck that shit ain't gon come down
You sellin' the huff, how i know, cause it's brown
Ask ya favorite rap nigga, i'm runnin the town
Can't come on my side, that boy not allowed
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I feel like niggas ain't respecting a nigga
Shit, imma make em respect me
Aye Rick what it do fool

Uh, Uh, pull-up nigga right there
We totin' 30s bitch no we ain't scared
I keep a glock sit him down like a chair
These niggas be sweet like im eatin a pear
He tryna run up, you better not dare
I can't f*ck with you, you not in my square
Brrr, Hello
Come shop wit me good gas for the low
My brother he wit me you know he gon blow
Gotta white bitch wit me she stuffin her nose
If you get under pressure you better not fold
That nigga hot like a pan on a stove
I'm bringin my gun when i'm doin a show
Grroww, Bang, dead on the floor
Uh, Uh, I know that nigga ain't wit it
If i find out he dissin, send shots at his fitted
Uh, these niggas hot, tippin
Uh, these niggas not, spinnin
Uh, spin on yo block, i'm hittin
Passin' these bullets no Jeremy Lin
When i step out in public im fresh like a mint
Got gas in my sock i know they smell the stench
When i pull out the dawg, you better not flinch
These niggas be broke, in they pockets is lint
Uh, get outta line you gon' make me go dumb
Pop me a perk, it make me go numb
He wanted smoke, donate him a lung
That boy was rappin i cut out his tongue
Uh, that boy a vegan he don't want no beef
I got this shit straight out the mud like a cleat
Beat up a nigga i won't stop till he bleed
Don't care bout bitches i put on for my team
Damn bro why you say it like that
I don't beat around the bush i'm stating the facts
I ain't throwing money unless she makin it clap
Keep my brother wit me cause i know he gon hack
Got a problem wit me then you better address it
We already deep don't got time for no extras
I step in balenci that boy wearin sketchers
Oh that's yo bitch, you gotta do better
We wit that action we not tryna talk a lot
Catch him at the let out, he dead in the parking lot
Ain't talkin money then what is you talkin bout
We shoot out the car, we don't do no jumpin out
If it's up then it's stuck that shit ain't gon come down
You sellin' the huff, how i know, cause it's brown
Ask ya favorite rap nigga, i'm runnin the town
Can't come on my side, that boy not allowed
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Writer: Trevor Randolph
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