6 God

[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
556 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