Six OH (feat. Chatham the Sun)
I've been in the van just shedding tears
Cuz I can't bring my mans back
Thinking bout you with out
And I can't fucking understand that
Got you tatted on my forearm
Supposed to have you on a hook
Man when God called you home
Shit I had to read my book
Now my dog got me
Cuz we was Rocky in this bitch
Shorty top me in the whip
Getting sloppy with her lips
Get this bitch off me
Cuz I ain't stopping until I'm rich
Bitch I'm rocking like the Clipse
Six oh six oh six oh three bitch
Bitch I got that bubblegum
Fuck you fuck you run it up
All your streams a hundred bucks
You don't want it one on one
Pound for pound I get it done
Run on up and try your luck
Said I'm back and I'm better
From the cell to ghetto
To the mall by the meadows
Got me feeling like Elvis
Asking God then I'm selfish
Looking Gucci my belt is
I can't fuck with the helpless
I can show you what hell is
I'm on a mental hiatus
After this morning's fiasco
Yeah I came in the front
Cuz I can duck out the back door
Yeah the pussy my favorite
But I just came in her asshole
You a fool if you ate it
It's like that bitch is my cash flow
I need hundred after hundred
You ain't counting the tax bro
Turned something outta nothing
You can't fuck with my swag hoe
In the best shape of my life
And I ain't fucking with that hoe
Yeah I'm focused see the goal is
I ain't never gunna lack no
Cuz I can't bring my mans back
Thinking bout you with out
And I can't fucking understand that
Got you tatted on my forearm
Supposed to have you on a hook
Man when God called you home
Shit I had to read my book
Now my dog got me
Cuz we was Rocky in this bitch
Shorty top me in the whip
Getting sloppy with her lips
Get this bitch off me
Cuz I ain't stopping until I'm rich
Bitch I'm rocking like the Clipse
Six oh six oh six oh three bitch
Bitch I got that bubblegum
Fuck you fuck you run it up
All your streams a hundred bucks
You don't want it one on one
Pound for pound I get it done
Run on up and try your luck
Said I'm back and I'm better
From the cell to ghetto
To the mall by the meadows
Got me feeling like Elvis
Asking God then I'm selfish
Looking Gucci my belt is
I can't fuck with the helpless
I can show you what hell is
I'm on a mental hiatus
After this morning's fiasco
Yeah I came in the front
Cuz I can duck out the back door
Yeah the pussy my favorite
But I just came in her asshole
You a fool if you ate it
It's like that bitch is my cash flow
I need hundred after hundred
You ain't counting the tax bro
Turned something outta nothing
You can't fuck with my swag hoe
In the best shape of my life
And I ain't fucking with that hoe
Yeah I'm focused see the goal is
I ain't never gunna lack no
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Watt
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