6 God

Lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Bitch Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga [Verse] I'm on the path to bein' great, just gotta work harder I stuck my dick all the way in, made her squirt harder Gucci ski twelve hundred with the shirt collar I like that Stingray 'Vette, but the vert harder Aight, let me talk my shit You gotta spend a half a ticket just to talk like this I got a shotgun in my pants, that's why I walk like this I spent twenty-one and some change for an Off-White 'fit Gucci backpack with the patches 'nother twelve bucks I'm still spendin' old bread, I got a stale lunch I make ten thousand every time my brother yell, "Punch" Last night, I beat my pockets' ass and it swelled up You boys broke, man, y'all still rollin' tail blunts So much water on my neck could make a whale jump We got thirty minutes, bitch, I need some head before my sale come Bag so heavy on the table, make the scale jump Feather brung me some codeine, I'm finna drop a eight I done ran up some dog shit, I can drop a Wraith Hit him with a tre five-seven, made him drop the K 5.56 make a nigga lean and rock away On my way to meet the plug, I'm just a block away Real trapper, bitch, my flip phone do a block a day AR pistol with a hundred shots, I call it Dr. J I had to switch pharmacies, now my doctor gay Damn, I'm finna stop drinking Bitch gave me brain so good, I almost stopped thinking I'm out in Beecher fuckin' all they hoes, this a thot region I done blew the pussy wide open, she can't stop peein' Lil' nasty motherfucker You know I'm strapped, so don't ask me, motherfucker Bitch booty white, lil' ashy motherfucker I paid high for the zaz, I'm finna tax a motherfucker, no cap She sucked my dick, I cut her off, she want her throat back Been steppin' on these lil' niggas like a doormat My uncle showed me how to press a brick with a floor jack He sick as hell he lost his bitch to me, he want his ho back Small block fold six, that bitch fine-tuned My bitch said it's head on the menu, finna slide through Out of town lookin' for some Act', I bet I find you I'm 5'7", but that chopper make me 9'2" One-stop shop, we always open like a drive-thru Lookin' for a new bitch to fuck, then lie to You niggas can't spit like I spit, I got a side tooth I dropped a seven-song EP just to ride to You niggas can't get it how we get it, cut the small talk Double-barrel action to your chest, this a sawed-off I fucked her too hard off that Perc', she had to call off Nigga, I'll rob the brick man before I fall off Damn, I miss the 6 God, free my brother Ben Twelve-hour drive with the pills, I had to cut her in Her pussy turned into a waterpark, I had to fuck again I came up with a plan to get rich, nigga, huddle in The train crowded, take the shuttle then Shit, I showcased a hundred racks just to rub it in I like her sister too, now I'm fuckin' twins I dropped my Glock all in the mud, that bitch bust again, we up again It's my drugs and I need it now, the plug rushed it in He sent his shit through the air, the bag touched again Damn, the police ran up in the spot, we had to flush again Stashed the cash in the safe with a custom PIN Fuck