God Bless Da 6 lyrics

by

Guap Tarantino


[Intro]
Ayy, Cass'
What up?
You know, God blessed the traps, you dig?
And he damn sure blessed the 6

[Chorus]
Drugs goin', spot rollin'
Money flowin', we in motion
Ayy, ayy, ayy, when you out here, n*gga, stay focused, n*gga
Keep your third eye open, n*gga
Look both ways before you cross the street, n*gga
f*ck them b*tch n*ggas, get you some money, n*gga
Drugs goin', spot rollin'
Money flowin', we in motion
Spot go retarded, spot go ridiculous
God bless the 6, God bless the 6

[Verse 1: VL Deck]
Zone 6 n*gga, I get money like I'm Harlem
Bag finna drop, I got crops like a farmer
Hellcats and Scatpacks, we styling all summer
Whole team rollin' up, we got it out the jungle
I can walk a hundo', I'm a 4-4-8 monster
Mr. Button Pusher, I send steppers slash stompers, woah
Every time I rap, it's 'bout trap talk
I got motion in the drought, I keep bags on the route
All these drugs
[Chorus]
Drugs goin', spot rollin'
Money flowin', we in motion
Ayy, ayy, ayy, when you out here, n*gga, stay focused, n*gga
Keep your third eye open, n*gga
Look both ways before you cross the street, n*gga
f*ck them b*tch n*ggas, get you some money, n*gga
Drugs goin', spot rollin'
Money flowin', we in motion
Spot go retarded, spot go ridiculous
God bless the 6, God bless the 6

[Verse 2]
Few gang
I got prescriptions, pills, bales, ice cream pints, seals
Anything you want, got it for sale
Grindin' so hard, I done booked a real
Free 32, down the road with postage sale
Few gang underdog, vote for mayor
Young n*gga tales, I'm givin' 'em hell
If it got a price, you know I can sell
Young n*gga player
I f*cked your b*tch and my ho was right there
We got the spot going up every season, they say we cheatin'
Same 24, n*gga, how'd they fail?
Ain't trustin' no n*gga, no dyin' in hell
These n*ggas' ass probably at the fair
These bullets knock the soul out a bear
[Verse 3]
Grind safe
Spot bunkin' on a Sunday
I get racks on a Monday
Ex in my phone, don't ring it
'Cause you know I keep what they wantin'
Run to the bag like Bolt, Usain
Spot goin' crazy, n*gga, even on a slow day
Whatever you call a slow day, my phone still ring
Dope beatin' off the hinges, one stop shop, came from the four way
Now I keep what you want gas, that exotic smellin' from the doorway
Pills, boy, crack cocaine
Get it by the boatload or airplane
Burger King, have it your way

[Verse 4]
My celly bunkin', spot rollin', I'm gettin' money
I wish a n*gga would try to take it from me
Dog food got these crackers actin' monkey
Glenwood Road, VC, b*tch, I come from servin' junkies, junkies
Open store, I whip
Like a slave master, I whip
Pocket used to be dip
I had to flip 'em, I rip
f*ck a bad b*tch off rip
I'm leaking, ho, my eyes drip
pus*y try some', I'ma make sure you get the whole clip
[Chorus]
Drugs goin', spot rollin'
Money flowin', we in motion
Ayy, ayy, ayy, when you out here, n*gga, stay focused, n*gga
Keep your third eye open, n*gga
Look both ways before you cross the street, n*gga
f*ck them b*tch n*ggas, get you some money, n*gga
Drugs goin', spot rollin'
Money flowin', we in motion
Spot go retarded, spot go ridiculous
God bless the 6, God bless the 6

[Outro]
Sinatra
Cassius Jay, Spotlife
My boy VL
sh*t, Spot, y'all know we go all the way back
Columbia High School, you dig?
You know I believe in y'all n*ggas
Love, n*gga, Zone 6
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