On My 6
On my 6
With a bitch that take no risk
Cross eyed up on my wrist
They shootin but they miss
My life I live in blood
That bitch ain't got no bud
Don't reach out for no hug
Movin slower than a slug pressin niggas for the love
Bitch you out yo right damn mind
All this God damn time
I done tried tired tired
And I lied lied lied
Just to get you that day
All the shit that we say
Fuck it - let's go hit play
Eh
Eh
Everything ain't what it's made to seem
People giving up on dreams livin life so in between
Bottles on the counter takin shots for what's been hours
We so lifted I predicted hardest thing to jump up in it yeah
Don't look back I got too much to look into
Elevating my damn view and raising ceilings in my room
Lookup how to captivate
Smoke a lot we levitate
Eatin good we feeling great n' scared to face our faking fate
On my 6
With a bitch that take no risk
Cross eyed up on my wrist
They shootin but they miss
My life I live in blood
That bitch ain't got no bud
Don't reach out for no hug
Movin slower than a slug pressin niggas for the love
Bitch you out yo right damn mind
All this God damn time
I done tried tired tired
And I lied lied lied
Just to get you that day
All the shit that we say
Fuck it - let's go hit play
With a bitch that take no risk
Cross eyed up on my wrist
They shootin but they miss
My life I live in blood
That bitch ain't got no bud
Don't reach out for no hug
Movin slower than a slug pressin niggas for the love
Bitch you out yo right damn mind
All this God damn time
I done tried tired tired
And I lied lied lied
Just to get you that day
All the shit that we say
Fuck it - let's go hit play
Eh
Eh
Everything ain't what it's made to seem
People giving up on dreams livin life so in between
Bottles on the counter takin shots for what's been hours
We so lifted I predicted hardest thing to jump up in it yeah
Don't look back I got too much to look into
Elevating my damn view and raising ceilings in my room
Lookup how to captivate
Smoke a lot we levitate
Eatin good we feeling great n' scared to face our faking fate
On my 6
With a bitch that take no risk
Cross eyed up on my wrist
They shootin but they miss
My life I live in blood
That bitch ain't got no bud
Don't reach out for no hug
Movin slower than a slug pressin niggas for the love
Bitch you out yo right damn mind
All this God damn time
I done tried tired tired
And I lied lied lied
Just to get you that day
All the shit that we say
Fuck it - let's go hit play
Credits
Writer(s): Le-len Lang
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