God Bless The 6

Yeah let's paint the city (Cashout, what it do, fufu?) Thank God for everything, please protect us Ain't no place like the D amen You niggas not safe there (Iced Up Records, Gangsta Grizills) Left wrist icy as shit, I be poppin' my shit Keep blicks, I be 'round the 6 Dancin', Audemars Piguet be flashin' Clear VVS stones shine bright than a bitch Glock 19, poured, got a pop full of lean Big chop, we ain't fightin' for shit Hundred right in the clip Spend dog shit every vibe T'd up, keep pipe in the Bent' Two hoes stuffed in the back Keep quotin' my raps To tеll 'em let 'em fight for thе dick (yeah) Little nigga keep sendin' shots Told him stop with the cap Hit his ho 'cause she tight on the rent It's a movie, look at the life that I live Sparklers on Sprites, took a pint off in LIV She suckin' and slobbin' She might need a bib Penthouse for thotties, gave wifey the crib Got more pape' than them niggas Niggas fucked up, they finished We ain't savin' no niggas Rich nigga, everything bust Quarter M on a Richard, hit Hutch Two-eighty on Cubans dog go stupid Spend dog shit at Phipps, plain rose Go crazy on niggas i ain't cuffin' no ho I done hit every bad bitch walkin' On gang, I'm just waitin' on Nicki Walk through the line with no ticket That's me (yeah) Just gave some money to baby like Pee (yeah) That bitch ain't mine if her Purse ain't two C (yeah) Shoot for the mind like my name was Ooh-wee Hold on, stop the beat, let me show some love Band up for life like my nigga Poody Ballin' on niggas like my number two-three (Ballin') Forever got choices, 'Cat came with two keys Nigga Go'n 'head and f*ck for the gang Turned an icy bitch out Gon' f*ck for a chain Lit nigga pull up in Rolls on Forgis Got shooters on shooters We was cuttin' up 'caine Talkin' 'bout juggs you ain't hit Lil' pussy-ass nigga We'll pull up with Glocks and switches Forty in the chop, blow a kiss Made it then turned the hood up That's why the opps so pissed Dog Shit Records, a hundred Can't call that flexin' Five million and all that's extras Fifty 'bows of pressure, reckless, huh Yeah, we the type of niggas That'll rob the steppers I don't know Will Smith, but I am a legend Perc' after Perc' like this shit is Excedrin Double-R truck, boy, you livin' too reckless Feelin' like Ye Change my name to Hugh Hefner Changin' my number, don't want you no more I can't love on no ho That ain't how that shit go (Naw) Walked in the mall, I had bags on bags It's crazy I thought I couldn't struggle no more Hate that I'm lit, love when I'm broke Fuckin' three friends, my ducks in a row (O oh) Playin' snake games, I'm cuttin' your throat I make free bands as I'm cuttin' the dope Left wrist icy as shit, I be poppin' my shit Keep blicks, I be 'round the 6 Dancin', Audemars Piguet be flashin' Clear VVS stones shine bright than a bitch Rolex, one too many car stay tinted Boy, I'm a young rich nigga I don't give a f*ck, I'll spend it Yeah, he's always timid Rockin' Saint Mike 'cause I'm sinnin' Coupe is on Fendi f's, look at me winnin' Family been treatin' me different Thanksgiving coming up Time to feed the streets (Gangsta Grizills)