6 Feet

I was whipping the benzo
Heard a few shots
Told my lil bitch to get low
I pulled up to the citgo
Can't say too much
But I had to let six go
I be looking to get gone
Get off the drugs
Like im up inna sick home
Combination got six nodes
I'm so hard to reach
Cuz a nigga got six phones
I be talking in big code
Can sniff out a pussy
Like I gotta big nose
You be creepin like tiptoe
Talk to the feds
Givin up all yo info
I been deep in this shit tho
Just can't say too much
Its been preached since a jit hoe
I be laughing and shit bro
These niggas ain't shooting
Tf they got blicks fo

Pull up inna stoley
Turn face onna roley
Tell brodie you know that I got you
We was deep inna whip
Corner creepin and shit
Real hot heads
Had no time for rehearsal
Aint no game you don't get no reversal
Stay in yo lane
Then it won't end up personal
Bitch im insane
Like im giving out curses
I'm pimping out rides
Turn them bitches to hearses

That chain round yo neck
You gon die about it?

Ride around with the heat
Feeling diabolic

off of that drank
And that tree
I'm a crossaholic

Hands full of pills
I'm finna swallow
You only live once
That's the motto
Karate choppin shit
Johnny bravo
With a model bitch
She finna swallow
Told her take a picture
If she miss me Tomorrow

Work hard
Like my drive ford
FOCUS
Mixing up the lean with the
Molly that's a potion
Too hard to handle, ima rockstar, Otis
Then I drop a tab and the ground
Start floatin

Yellow coup fast like wa-ri-o

Think ima drop on em
Droppin the top on em
Pull out the mop on em

Wet
The
Whole
Block
Up
You can not
Stop us
Bitch I stay fresh
As yo motherfuckin doctor

Pull up inna stoley
Turn face onna roley
Tell brodie you know that I got you
We was deep inna whip
Corner creepin and shit
Real hot heads
Had no time for rehearsal
Aint no game you don't get no reversal
Stay in yo lane
Then it won't end up personal
Bitch im insane
Like im giving out curses
I'm pimping out rides
Turn them bitches to hearses



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Writer(s): Jared Gordon
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