631 Makes Me Lyrics - Zillakami

Yung germ!

In the field, is you gonna hold it down
Or is you gonna squeal?
Told my bigger brother
F^^k with me and we gone touch a mill’
Blood ties, you gon’ get with this
We’ll see who’s really real
My doggy, is you really gonna bleed for me?
I’m a rider for nobody, leave for me

Day-ones been tryna switch
Their motherf^^kin’ team on me
Shotty through his head
I got his dreams on me
Little reggie died up in that
He was leaved on me

Now I don’t do apologies
We gon’ get you back
Turn your town to white tees
And coffin cadillacs
Spin your block in broad day
At night we spin it back
Then we leave before
I call in the gunship

I make s^^t to raise the city’s crime rates
631, we get it done, that’s just how crime pays
I get drugs and flip ’em at a higher rate
631, dawg, dangin’ ’til my die day

I make s^^t to raise the city’s crime rates
631, we get it done, that’s just how crime pays
I get drugs and flip ’em at a higher rate
631, dawg, dangin’ ’til my die day