6Ix, 6Ix!
(Just like seeing her for the first time again)
...
(Six, six, six)
(Six, six, six)
(Huh?)
Smokin' two damn runts just to get hazy (Six!)
I been smoking on Gelato yeah, them daisies (Six!)
I might sip on Codeine just to get lazy (Six!)
I might take two blunts
And i'll face it (Six!)
Damn shawty take my heart, face it (Six!)
Take away all my problems and face me (Six!)
Yeah, she left my heart dead in a casing (Six!)
But, molly want me too, bitch my heart racin'
MARCH like a soldier, sip my drank
We up in the mud, brand New Tank (Six!)
I thought she was flawless
Broke my heart, hit it the hardest (Six!)
Anti social, can't trust none
Always gotta keep my gun (Six!)
All black, like a Nun
But i'm sticked up with thy drum (Six!)
Sippin' on red and it look like Rum
Fuckin' these hoes and I do it for fun (Six!)
Count my bank, gotta count my funds
Yeah, all this shit? yeah it ain't none (Six!)
Flagged up, feel just like a villain (Six!)
Me and my niggas on go, bitch, yeah, we winnin' (Six!)
Stab me in my back?
Now i'm sippin' (Six!)
Fye, fye, fye, his body now he limpin' (Six!)
Fuck that hoe, I left my stain
And I hate tippin' (Six!)
All my pockets get stuffed with blue bitch, they crippin'
(Six!)
Smoking two damn runts just to get hazy (Six!)
I been smoking on Gelato, yeah, them daisies (Six!)
Got this SIX up on my body, have you aching (Six!)
Me, my gang, we on the go we ain't faking (Six!)
(Six, six, six)
(Six, six, six)
...
(Six, six, six)
(Six, six, six)
(Huh?)
Smokin' two damn runts just to get hazy (Six!)
I been smoking on Gelato yeah, them daisies (Six!)
I might sip on Codeine just to get lazy (Six!)
I might take two blunts
And i'll face it (Six!)
Damn shawty take my heart, face it (Six!)
Take away all my problems and face me (Six!)
Yeah, she left my heart dead in a casing (Six!)
But, molly want me too, bitch my heart racin'
MARCH like a soldier, sip my drank
We up in the mud, brand New Tank (Six!)
I thought she was flawless
Broke my heart, hit it the hardest (Six!)
Anti social, can't trust none
Always gotta keep my gun (Six!)
All black, like a Nun
But i'm sticked up with thy drum (Six!)
Sippin' on red and it look like Rum
Fuckin' these hoes and I do it for fun (Six!)
Count my bank, gotta count my funds
Yeah, all this shit? yeah it ain't none (Six!)
Flagged up, feel just like a villain (Six!)
Me and my niggas on go, bitch, yeah, we winnin' (Six!)
Stab me in my back?
Now i'm sippin' (Six!)
Fye, fye, fye, his body now he limpin' (Six!)
Fuck that hoe, I left my stain
And I hate tippin' (Six!)
All my pockets get stuffed with blue bitch, they crippin'
(Six!)
Smoking two damn runts just to get hazy (Six!)
I been smoking on Gelato, yeah, them daisies (Six!)
Got this SIX up on my body, have you aching (Six!)
Me, my gang, we on the go we ain't faking (Six!)
(Six, six, six)
(Six, six, six)
Credits
Writer(s): Tj Goodson
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