Scratching Down the 6

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
All this shit can change, better stack it for the rain
Take your ho up out that Focus, I'll put her in a Range
Lil ass pebbles, all pointers in my chain
Couldn't help myself but hustle, that shit running through my vaines
Lately [?] been fucking on no groupies
Stumbling out the club, 42 all on my Louis
Whole mob icy, looking like we signed to Gucci
If the sale gon' head, wrap the bitches, bring it to me
Smooth nigga, hoes love me, I got more to catch
My nigga [?] closet full of orange bags
Dropped a bag and kept it pushing, like I DoorDash
Your whore mad, 'cause once I get my nut off I get bored fast
Live this shit for real, bairley be on social media
Only time you see one of my hoes is if you see me with them
Me and Quon have money [?] beefing with him
[?] apple fridder, got me breathing different
Fuck your baby mamas, still ain't got no kids
How you up a hundred thousand, still ain't got no kicks?
[?] your watch, it ain't even got no grip
If it ain't twenty plus, you won't see it on my wrist

[Chorus: Lil Blade]
I don't want no 36, I'll put that on my bitch
Had to take a couple L's, just to put me on my shit
Fuck a bad ho, then scratch off my list
Filling up on [?] got me scratching down the 6
Ain't shit funny, still laughing like a bitch
Fuck rap, once I get an M, then I quit
Ain't gotta tell me nothing, eah, I know that I'm the shit
Brought her to the crib, went and told her friends that I'm rich

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Ain't gotta tell them nothing, bitches know that I'm the shit
Hundred shooters on the 6, niggas know that I'm Big Crip
I've been telling niggas that I was gon' blow, then I did
Been getting cash since 9/11, ten chains [?]
Then I drop some shoes, some more ice, and then a movie
Let them check my resume, [?] I've been [?]
[?] label, I can't wait for [?]
I ain't got no rap friends, tryna link, nigga, I'm Gucci
I don't give a fuck about your plug or your CD
I'm a millionaire for real, these niggas lil boys to me
[?] all my life, sold a lil boy [?]
You can ask my youngings, bet I feed my whole team
Remember I was locked, niggas tried to count me out
Remember I was broke, and niggas tried to keep me [?]
And when I lost my lane, I had to find another route
Nigga, all I want is money, I can go without the clout

[Chorus: Lil Blade]
I don't want no 36, I'll put that on my bitch
Had to take a couple L's, just to put me on my shit
Fuck a bad ho, then scratch off my list
Filling up on [?] got me scratching down the 6
Ain't shit funny, still laughing like a bitch
Fuck rap, once I get an M, then I quit
Ain't gotta tell me nothing, eah, I know that I'm the shit
Brought her to the crib, went and told her friends that I'm rich