6Pack (feat. JG Riff)
And they already knew what it was
And they already knew where we was
You don't know what to do with the plug
Bitch I know what to do with the drugs
In the trap sleep pouring the mud
Where the racks be throwing it up
Hit that chopper
Bet he wont get up
Give him a six pack he doing sit ups
Fucking your bitch
Blowing that bitch up
Pull on your strip
I'm blowing that shit up
I got them racks
Nigga I been up
I'm in the trap fuck nigga come get one
Pass me the runts real nigga trying to hit some
Pass me the gun fuck nigga its a stick up
Saving my money I'm putting that shit up
I came with that money fuck nigga you ain't getting none
And I made a hundred thousand in the summer
Only thing that arouse a nigga is the money
And I got a hundred pounds off a onion
That nigga be talking down but he a runner
I feel like young thug I'm with my gunna
A nigga be kicking that shit I'm a punter
And we got them blicks in this bitch well punish you
Bring me my money back I'm a keep fronting them flooding them
Go to the club with my gun in it tucking it
We having big smoke no I ain't ducking it
She want to fuck Riff touching it sucking it
We catch the op down bad we bucking it
She keep on smoking my weed she bugging me
Loving it
No I can't tell her my government
Crushing it
Putting my thumb in it
Punish it
Fat butt bad bitch I put my tongue in it
Wherever I go I'm a smoke I'm thug in it
Wherever I go I'm a tote them poles
She pop two perc tens I'm drugging her
She want to have my baby
Cum in her
Fuck that
Scratch that nut on her comforter
We in the scat pack niggas can't run with us
We in the city everyday no ducking us
I'm in the trap all day I'm a run it up
And they already knew what it was
And they already knew where we was
You don't know what to do with the plug
Bitch I know what to do with the drugs
In the trap sleep pouring the mud
Where the racks be throwing it up
Hit that chopper
Bet he won't get up
Give him a six pack he doing sit ups
Fucking your bitch
Blowing that bitch up
Pull on your strip
I'm blowing that shit up
I got them racks
Nigga I been up
I'm in the trap fuck nigga come get one
Pass me the runts real nigga trying to hit some
Pass me the gun fuck nigga it's a stick up
Saving my money I'm putting that shit up
I came with that money fuck nigga you ain't getting none
And they already knew where we was
You don't know what to do with the plug
Bitch I know what to do with the drugs
In the trap sleep pouring the mud
Where the racks be throwing it up
Hit that chopper
Bet he wont get up
Give him a six pack he doing sit ups
Fucking your bitch
Blowing that bitch up
Pull on your strip
I'm blowing that shit up
I got them racks
Nigga I been up
I'm in the trap fuck nigga come get one
Pass me the runts real nigga trying to hit some
Pass me the gun fuck nigga its a stick up
Saving my money I'm putting that shit up
I came with that money fuck nigga you ain't getting none
And I made a hundred thousand in the summer
Only thing that arouse a nigga is the money
And I got a hundred pounds off a onion
That nigga be talking down but he a runner
I feel like young thug I'm with my gunna
A nigga be kicking that shit I'm a punter
And we got them blicks in this bitch well punish you
Bring me my money back I'm a keep fronting them flooding them
Go to the club with my gun in it tucking it
We having big smoke no I ain't ducking it
She want to fuck Riff touching it sucking it
We catch the op down bad we bucking it
She keep on smoking my weed she bugging me
Loving it
No I can't tell her my government
Crushing it
Putting my thumb in it
Punish it
Fat butt bad bitch I put my tongue in it
Wherever I go I'm a smoke I'm thug in it
Wherever I go I'm a tote them poles
She pop two perc tens I'm drugging her
She want to have my baby
Cum in her
Fuck that
Scratch that nut on her comforter
We in the scat pack niggas can't run with us
We in the city everyday no ducking us
I'm in the trap all day I'm a run it up
And they already knew what it was
And they already knew where we was
You don't know what to do with the plug
Bitch I know what to do with the drugs
In the trap sleep pouring the mud
Where the racks be throwing it up
Hit that chopper
Bet he won't get up
Give him a six pack he doing sit ups
Fucking your bitch
Blowing that bitch up
Pull on your strip
I'm blowing that shit up
I got them racks
Nigga I been up
I'm in the trap fuck nigga come get one
Pass me the runts real nigga trying to hit some
Pass me the gun fuck nigga it's a stick up
Saving my money I'm putting that shit up
I came with that money fuck nigga you ain't getting none
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Writer(s): Ayinde Morris, Marc Antonio Jr Braxton
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