6 Deep

[Intro]
(Hi, Manny)

[Chorus: T$AN]
Yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
No new niggas 'round me, shit too risky
Big ass 'burban ridin' all around the city
Watch you pay the rent, what I left for a tip
Come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
Rockin' all this fur, niggas thought I was a chimp
Diamonds on me, blacker than Shawn Kemp
Bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[Post-Chorus: T$AN]
Just pulled up, came through six deep
Countin' up racks, got a bad bitch to assist me
Not a Scat Pack, this a Hellcat, can't catch me
Dashboard said that I'm doin' 160
There's six bad bitches on me, one kissed me
Yeah, cheese on me, Mickey Mouse, Walt Disney
Nigga want smoke, fuck it, get the whole chimney

[Verse 1: T$AN]
[?] don't got no ending (Go)
Keep makin' money everyday, keep spending (Go)
Asked, "Can he get a verse?" Well, that's still pending (Go)
I don't even [?] 'cause I ain't landing (Yeah)
I'ma need a twenty-piece, no I ain't [?] (Yeah)
Baby girl a freak, yeah, her back keep bending (Yeah)
Yeah, all these niggas cap, they love pretending (Go)
Pour it up, mix it up like I'm bartending
Nigga speakin' on me, must be trending
Get clean everyday, no need for a flick
I don't fuck with none of y'all niggas, [?] shit
Can't fuck with none of y'all niggas, y'all fake
Got a few bands up, [?]
Nigga, you a bitch, if I breathe, you would flinch
Shawty, bring the racks home, yeah, girl, make me rich
Yeah, Amber alert, just flooded my wrist (J-J-J-Just flooded my wrist)

[Chorus: T$AN]
Yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
No new niggas 'round me, shit too risky
Big ass 'burban ridin' all around the city
Watch you pay the rent, what I left for a tip
Come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
Rockin' all this fur, niggas thought I was a chimp
Diamonds on me, blacker than Shawn Kemp
Bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[Verse 2: J Dlux]
Ha, already leased, back, used to like muscle cars
See, I got a sport, then a nigga my switch
Ever seen a handgun turn to a fully automatic? I could show you what it's like with a switch
Got shades, I don't see a nigga 'til a light switch
Butterflies in her stomach but she make mine sick
If it ain't about the racks then that shit nonsense
Hope he got a trigger finger 'cause he make mine inch
Bitches lookin' for reactions but they won't find shit
I like money, sex, drugs, all that type shit
I like chains, gold slugs, all that type shit
Why these niggas post guns but they won't slide shit? (Nah)
Say my grace before I eat on this five-star bitch
Know that shit kicked in when your eyes start twitchin'
My car hot, these speed bumps geeked up engine (Phew)
Fucked that bitch one time, told her, "Keep up with me," (Phew)

[Chorus: T$AN]
Yeah, racks fresh out the bag, still crispy
No new niggas 'round me, shit too risky
Big ass 'burban ridin' all around the city
Watch you pay the rent, what I left for a tip
Come and take a sip, higher than a blimp
Rockin' all this fur, niggas thought I was a chimp
Diamonds on me, blacker than Shawn Kemp
Bro got the stick tucked, why he walk with a limp

[Post-Chorus: T$AN]
Just pulled up, came through six deep
Countin' up racks, got a bad bitch to assist me
Not a Scat Pack, this a Hellcat, can't catch me
Dashboard said that I'm doin' 160
There's six bad bitches on me, one kissed me
Yeah, cheese on me, Mickey Mouse, Walt Disney
Nigga want smoke, fuck it, get the whole chimney

[Outro: T$AN]
(Go, go, yeah)