Proper

They try do it like we (They do)

But we get it done proper (Boom boom)

Break it down to a ocker

Money come first, so I might just block her

We make them boys talk to coppers

Pull out, buh! Tell me who shot ya

The youngens chop ya

My guys pop ya

Fuck 'em

Free the gang out lockup

Yeah, everyone talk cold like Moscow

Till they get hit like Rick with the roscoe (Ricky!)

I've got it on me like Pop Smoke

Wholesale price, we get it Costco (We do)

Every move I make is proper

Start my young goon off with a ocker

Tryna show them how to make a dollar

But they wanna ride to the end like O'Connor

My circle's small, no, we're not branching

But, trust me, the money's still expanding

Half the hood is back on the landing

And broskis know till last man standing

I put on for my city like Jay-Z

I make it rain on these hoes like crazy

She wanna fuck with me 'cause I'm money

I keep it G, I'm not that easy

I'm heaven-sent, who's giving us hell?

They get banged out here in the cell

Three on twenty, outnumbered, oh well

Wanna bring your strap, we'll show and tell

I reinvest my money in business

Rule number 5 says "I don't sniff it"

Shoot and score, no, we're not missin'

Try sneak-diss and you'll get lifted

They try do it like we (They do)

But we get it done proper (Boom boom)

Break it down to a ocker

Money come first, so I might just block her

We make them boys talk to coppers

Pull out, buh! Tell me who shot ya

The youngens chop ya

My boys pop ya

Fuck 'em

Free the gang out lockup

Didn't talk

But he don't want that rambo

Was shot on the left and the right

Big rat didn't stick round wait for the ambos

Get down, give me a proper commando

Roll

Rollin' around

See an enemy, I'm foldin' him out

Last man to win, so I'm holdin' about

Buh! Buh! Then we're over and out

Talkin' about

We make it rain when the sun goes up

And the clouds not there, expunging the doubt

Yes campaign really when you turn down to the south

Violent when I'm wipin' 'em out

Wipin' 'em out

See an opp on the block and I'm

Strikin' him out (Bah!)

Strikin' him out

Thirty-eight for the wap, we'll silence a mouth

Yeah, thirty-eight, we'll silence a mouth

Can't be us they talkin' about

Everyone that's talked on us

I can swear on my mum that the all found out (Boom!)

So all that talk, I ain't hearin' 'em

We the ones who really put fear in 'em

If we make that move, then it's serious

Get a–, plot his experience

They want the old Hefs, I'm bringin' it back

Every time I had I was ringin' it back

Blah! I shot up the whole 1–

Go ask J–, I buss my gats

See, these pussy ain't buss no gun

They ain't on one, so why they cappin'?

Pick up your gun, let's have some fun

We ain't doin' this shit old-fashioned

We ain't doin' this shit old-fashioned

The opps come long like "go, go gadget"

If it's on, tell bro go grab it

6 is known for the broad-day madness

R's in jail for a midnight murder

V's on bail for grippin' a burner

S and L, that's some well-known earners

We don't take Ls, we gon' take it further

This beef ain't stoppin' just 'cause we're locked in

If it's yard or the streets, it's poppin'

I'm tryna box him, but I ain't boxing

If I see one of them, no option

That's why I can't talk about 6, no shit

They know who the realest is

I'm like CB, I don't dance like Chris

But talk on my name, I'ma take that risk

We're knockin' 'em down like bowling

Yes, just send the right price, I'm gettin' it done

Get caught in the lane

We're makin' it rain

We'll strike you and spare no one

That's easy

Push cheese, wear sticks like Stevie

They're bad on the 'net, not bad when they see me

Talk on the gang, get put on the TV

They try do it like we (They do)

But we get it done proper (Boom boom)

Break it down to a ocker

Money come first, so I might just block her

We make them boys talk to coppers

Pull out, buh! Tell me who shot ya

The youngens chop ya

My guys pop ya

Fuck 'em

Free the gang out lockup