601

601, you know we lit (Lit)
I ain't been home in a brick
Had to put on for my 6
Cannot fuck with a hoe, not a trick
They be moving weird on different shit
Had to go out and hop in the mix (Mix)
Stack this paper, I'm finna get rich (Rich)

I don't care if you gon' diss me
If you spouting that bullshit, please miss me (Miss!)
Ice on my wrist, I stay misty
Yeah these diamonds, they shining, they glistening (Ice)
All of your raps, they need fixing
I been balling on beats since like sixteen (Yuh)
Cut off some niggas, they causing some problems
These niggas, they really be risky (Yeah)
Wait, oh (Yeah)
You know my gang, not my folks (Folks)
Yeah my shooters, they uppin' the pole (The pole)
Get this money, they give to the poor (The poor)
Said I'll never switch, that is my code (No no)
Said I'm focused on bags, I'm on go (Skrrt!)
On the come-up, yeah I'm on the road (Road)
I'm been touring, I'm doing these shows
They hittin' me up, "how'd you do it?" (Yeah)
My mind and the money congruent
I had to get to it, you know I been through it (Been through it)
They treated me like I'm a nuisance (Yeah)
Cut 'em off, I just threw up the deuces (What?)
They be talking too much, they got loose lips
I'm not picking sides, not with the choosing (Nope)
They think they know me, but they really clueless (Huh, yeah)

601, you know we lit (Lit)
I ain't been home in a brick (Brick)
Had to put on for my 6 (6)
Cannot fuck with a hoe, not a trick (Trick)
They be moving weird on different shit (Shit)
Had to go out and hop in the mix (Mix)
Stack this paper, I'm finna get rich (Rich)
601, you know we lit
I ain't been home in a brick
Had to put on for my 6
Cannot fuck with a hoe, not a trick
They be moving weird on different shit
Had to go out and hop in the mix
Stack this paper, I'm finna get rich

Hello?
601, you know we lit though (Yeah)
When I bust me a block or I [?] (Yeah) like we kinfolk (Whoop!)
Had to hop on this track with my lil' bro (Whoop!)
He been popping since he was a jit though (Yeah)
On our momma I got you forever
Now please let me switch up the tempo (Awww!)
I'm from the 6 and we on the map
And I come from the bottom, no turning back
The life of the party
When we hit your city, they boppin' they head, yelling "who is that?"
That must be rhetorical, duh it's me (Awww)
It ain't hard to find me, just come and see (Yeah)
I'm from the M-I-crooked letter, no one do it better, we from OP, awww
My little brother just hit me
And told me to hop in the stu' cause we got one (Yeah)
It's getting clearer to me what you claiming to be (Yeah)
I can see that you not one (Yeah)
If lil' brodie come tell me we riding
Then it ain't no question on shotgun (Awww, whoop!)
I'm with my woes when I ride through the 6
And please do not forget' bout the 01, awww

601, you know we lit (Lit)
I ain't been home in a brick
Had to put on for my 6
Cannot fuck with a hoe, not a trick
They be moving weird on different shit
Had to go out and hop in the mix (Mix)
Stack this paper, I'm finna get rich (Rich)
601, you know we lit
I ain't been home in a brick
Had to put on for my 6
Cannot fuck with a hoe, not a trick
They be moving weird on different shit
Had to go out and hop in the mix
Stack this paper, I'm finna get rich

Rich, rich
I'm from the south, that be the set
601, 769, and a whole 'nother 6
Mississippi stand up, can't forget about Sixers too